Saturday, November 25, 2006

The Sounds of Silence

When I was very young I sat at the feet of one of my father's friends and I listened to him tell adventures of his life lived around the world. That day I said a prayer. I asked God to give me an adventure-filled life, and make me an awesome storyteller. I have since learned that one needs to be very careful when framing petitions to the Almighty. I bring you yet another scene from my childhood:

I was a clumsy teenager. In fact, I've pretty much been clumsy all of my life, but there was a short period in my teens when I was truly a walking disaster. My accidents became so routine people began reacting to them as if they weren't extraordinary.
To finish reading please visit: The Grownups Wanted Us Dead Oh! And before anybody asks: No, I don't smoke anymore and I haven't in ages.


Blogger The amoeba said...

[breathes major sigh of relief over the cancer sticks issue]

brings back memories ... of when my mother came home from work late and I came home from dates or whatever later ...

11/25/2006 06:50:00 AM  
Blogger Charlene Amsden said...

OC -- eleven years smoke free with no desire to return to smelling like an ashtray.

11/25/2006 06:55:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yay on the no smoking! Now if you sister could do that...

11/25/2006 08:58:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, that's a great story, QD, and wherever that talent came from, you have it in bucketsful :o)

11/25/2006 09:02:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Quill, great stoty. BTW I wanted to invite you over to my new blog -

I am pretty excited about this one. Do breeze by...


11/25/2006 10:46:00 AM  
Blogger Cindy said...

I remember falling down a flight of stairs as a Sr. in High School. The stairs at school. In a dress. With the male gym teacher standing at the foot of those stairs. By the time I had fallen all the way down, the dress was all the way up.

11/25/2006 11:09:00 AM  
Blogger Charlene Amsden said...

Cindra -- we'll just have to keep nagging her.

Charlie -- coming from you that means a lot.

Bhuvi -- I'll be by in a few minutes.

Cindy -- I have a couple of similar stories. Maybe they will hit the blog someday.

11/25/2006 12:14:00 PM  
Blogger Jan said...

Sounds like we might be related! My family nolonger reacts with alarm when I get hurt, it was so frequent over the years that nobody is ever shocked.

When our van was engulfed in flames, family's reaction..."Well that sounds like you alright"...ah such is my luck!

11/25/2006 01:35:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I have a few people in my family like that too ... funny little story.

11/25/2006 05:22:00 PM  
Blogger Charlene Amsden said...

Jan -- a lot of clumsy people are popping out of the woodwork claiming kinship with me. I guess I wasn't as strange as I thought I was.

Anita -- glad you liked the story.

11/25/2006 07:05:00 PM  

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