I’m not off to a great start. I went away for a week and didn’t bring my laptop charger. But have no fear. I credit that more to my precarious short-term memory than to my resolve to write. A person who toasts an English muffin, thinks about grabbing a plate and half a second later proceeds to hand it, dripping with jam, to her husband plateless really cannot be expected to remember a power cord.
When I was ten, our class planned a big field trip. We were abuzz with what would be in our picnic lunches and whether or not we’d get away without wearing a jacket. If you were cool, you were jacket-free at all times. We’d bring our bikes and ride them onto the Barnston Ferry which would have us on Barnston Island after a chatter-filled, five-minute ride.
The sun was gleaming, my windbreaker was bottle green, (I was never a cool kid) my bike was burgundy, my best friend’s sparkly pink polish was chipped and my sandwich was peanut butter and banana. We lay on our bellies in the tall grass and let the blonde blades wave lazily over our eye-lines. The girls giggled about the boys and the boys chortled about the bugs and we cycled the 6-mile radius a few times over, with zero signs of exertion, pretending we were Lone Rangers or Charlie’s Angels.
Now, what was the point of this post…?
I found that sometimes I have to do things like that in order for it to have more meaning when I write about related things or to make a point that many readers can relate to. I guess we’re human after all–Jim
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Are we human…or are we dancers, Jim? Ha ha! Thanks for reading and commenting!
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Ah the memories Hazy.
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🙂
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You captured the child in yourself, and above all else, you remembered enough to make it believable. Forgetting everyday mundane things such as plates and power cords is the sign of a great writer with metaphors and similes crowding the brain, Hazy.
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Sorry for the delay, PC. I’ve been a bad fellow blogger lately. I’m so happy you enjoyed this piece…it was a bit of a weird one and I have no idea how that field trip memory came to me, but, such is life and more specifically, the life of a writer.
Thank you so much for coming by and for commenting!
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Sometimes we all get those random memories that pop into our heads like that, but the I also forget where I put my phone/keys/charger too. Sign of a genious writer? Maybe….
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Like!!
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