The workings of the mind of a four-year-old
When I was four years old my parents moved us to a new house. My mother worked for the church in that neighborhood and the parochial school would be close enough for us to be able to walk.
That summer I was playing by myself a few houses down from where I lived. I noticed another little girl on her tricycle. I headed over to her and she started to get off of her trike. We were both thinking, "new friend." Her mother and grandmother were sitting up on the porch watching us.
As the other girl was just getting off of her trike she fell down and went home crying. I don't know what the heck I was thinking but I figured her mom and grandmother would think I'd done something to hurt her. Well, I turned and ran and promptly fell down and skinned both knees.
Little kids think such weird stuff. Anyway, Jenny and I did end up being friends. We shared Barbies and Beatles and the Chipmunks. Her parents moved away when were about eight or so and I only saw her once after that. I do believe it was the fact that we both hurt ourselves the day we met that it stays so vividly in my mind.
That summer I was playing by myself a few houses down from where I lived. I noticed another little girl on her tricycle. I headed over to her and she started to get off of her trike. We were both thinking, "new friend." Her mother and grandmother were sitting up on the porch watching us.
As the other girl was just getting off of her trike she fell down and went home crying. I don't know what the heck I was thinking but I figured her mom and grandmother would think I'd done something to hurt her. Well, I turned and ran and promptly fell down and skinned both knees.
Little kids think such weird stuff. Anyway, Jenny and I did end up being friends. We shared Barbies and Beatles and the Chipmunks. Her parents moved away when were about eight or so and I only saw her once after that. I do believe it was the fact that we both hurt ourselves the day we met that it stays so vividly in my mind.
Squirl chattered at 9:16 PM
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That was a dangerous sidewalk. I don't know what kind of trees lined it but some had roots too close to the surface which messed up the pavement.
I remember when tht happened to your chin.
"we both hurt ourselves the day we met"
That line sticks with me. It sounds like the first line of a novel, that I would keep reading.
That was a great little vignette, Squirl! Susie's right: I'd keep reading, too.
Great little story Squirl. Thanks
Ahhh all the skinned knees of childhood, I had so many. Its nice to have such a good memory to go along with some of them...
Susie, it's really funny that you say that. I was trying to come up with a post. While Ichabod and I were taking a long walk last night (the last night of summer) I said I felt like writing some little section of fiction instead my usual posts. But then I started thinking of the type of writing from a cheap detective novel. :-)
Eclectic, it does like a good start to a book. Maybe I'll have to use it someday.
Kitty, sorry about the Chipmunks reference. Medicated? Do you have a cold.
August, thank you!
Jess, another part of the story that I remember is that my mom only had one bandaid. I got to choose which knee she put it on. If you didn't get skinned knees as a kid then you must have been sick in bed the whole time. :-)
Word verification yutqty
You cutey?
All before my time. I never even lived in this particular house, did I?
I had something BRILLIANT to add but then I looked down at my word verification. Apparently, "imsol"
I'm shit out of luck, now don't that suck?
Mr. B, that cracked me up! You'd better go back to bed, boy! heeheee
imscrwd (just kidding! mine really says hvagrtdy ;)
seriously now, vlfux
hmmmm...
Wonderful story, and I agree with everyone I would continue reading.
And I got "ho rqv"
No comment on the vlfux there. It seems to say it all on its own.
vfnjrv
Forging bonds through pain. At such a young age. How poignant.
Bucky, yes, we lived in that house when you were born. You were two when we moved. Not quite such ancient history now, right?
Mr B, yes that does suck. Weird how easily distracted we are by things like word verification.
Susie, vlfux???
Nanina, thank you. I don't know why some things stick so clearly in ones memory, but that's one for me.
Kitty, that part of the story I don't remember. I'm sorry you have a sinus infection. :-(
Mr B, I agree.
Kranki, I love how you put that. It's nothing compared to the run in you had with that nasty, mean dog.
zxdmq - I'd love to get that word in Scrabble.
Where is my comment? I could've sworn I left a comment here yesterday. It was something incredibly clever and witty, something like, "Awww, what a sweet story, Squirl."
mtpkq
Thanks, Ladybug. Isn't there now the common phrase, "Blogger ate my comment"?
I thought it was "Motherf**kers ate my lunch."
vmoowvsa
Moo?? Are you calling me a frickin' COW, Blogger? Huh?
To think we used to deliberately cut our fingers so we could become blood brothers!
Back in the olden days of course...
pfuisqa- something to put atop your pizza?
Sierrabella, I was waaay too much of a wuss to do that. But in today's worries of blood-borne pathogens, that would be frowned on. :-)
Pizza, you're making me hungry.
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