Wednesday, April 15, 2009
One of my favorite moments of the week is trying to come up with some type of material that will satisfy the criteria in Mama Katt's weekly Writer's Workshop. Today's prompts were:
1.) If I sent you four hundred dollars today what is ONE thing you would spend it on and why. ps I want my change.
2.) What are your kids talking about?
3.) Tell us about a local news story that's all the buzz right now in your neck of the woods. 4.) Share some blogging advice.
5.) Tell us about that time at the playground when that thing happened. (thanks to Heather at Chasing Butterfly's who unknowingly inspired this last prompt)
I decided on the last one.
The playground is where lives were built.
Some would say the fountain of education is in the books in the class and wisdom in the teacher's mind that flows forth. Of course, they are wrong. The real education of a person begins on the first random playground in elementary. How many times were made up civilizations saved because of the crafty kids? How many football championships were won in spite of the random girl's picking daisies on mid field? How many questions of honor were settled with wedgies, name calling, or a good ol' fashioned punch to the mouth? How many love affairs or hints of love blossomed beside the slides?
The playground is where we learned to live in a society. It's where I learned that monkey bars were to climb not to walk on.
It seems like that should probably be one of those logical things that just humans know. 'Walking on monkey bars can be dangerous." Kind of like going the wrong way up a slide is not as fun as it looks.
Yet, there I was walking up and over a slightly oval like monkey bar set. I wish I could say I was showing off for the girls, but I still wasn't entranced by their 'differences'. I wish I could say that I was winning a bet or some one double dog dared me. But, I can't. I was bored, so I wanted to do something I hadn't done. So, since the bars were there, I decided to scale them.
I made it, walking over those curved bars, four and three fourths times. One misstep took this leisure time activity and made it emergency room worthy..
After I stopped screaming and flopping around like a fish out of water, the nurse looked at the source of my pain. My arm was on fire with hurt. So, my family came and got me and took me to the hospital...again. (Someday I will tell you of my first broken arm, that one's a good one.)
The diagnosis was I had fractured my arm...for the third time. My doctor said that if I got only one more broken arm I would get a toaster. It's still not funny even today. But,on the plus side, most of little league was out for me in the summer. (No worries, I sucked.) Definitely, I was not going to participate in Swim Team. (Cool, I sucked in the water even worse than on land)
Nope, it was air conditioning and boredom for six more weeks. The thing I had tried to fight by doing the dumb thing to begin with, boredom, now would be my constant companion for six more weeks.
Never underestimate the lessons of the playground.
Posted by Lane at 11:22 PM