Tell Me A Kid Story

[Doc Creed]

Wait. The clown followed you home?

I wondered about this, too. If this happened to me it'd be fortuitous that I was in a sand box, let me tell you. They'd need a litter box scooper afterwards.

 

[Scratch]

Well that might be a good defense anyway.

 

[Srbo]

When I was three years old, I found a dead sparrow on the sidewalk. I didn`t understand why it didn`t fly away when I got close to it, and when I took it in my tiny hands and he was all stiff and cold, I started crying something unbelievable.
My dad kept saying that everything is OK, that that is nature and he tried to explain a bit about that to me, but I was too small, I couldn`t understand death.
I brought the sparrow home and prayed, as much as a three year old can pray, to God to make him alive again. ( and no, my parents weren`t religious nuts, they didn`t even believe in God. I don`t know where I got that from, to be a Christian, nobody ever thought me nothing about that, I just love Jesus since I can remember ).
But God didn`t make him alive again.
And so started my everlasting journey in exploring death and God.
I didn`t find any answers when I was a kid, and I still can`t find any answers as a grownup.
But that`s me...always thinking about death...and God...

 

[Dana Jean]

Glad everything er... came out alright Maddie.

My granddaughter was playing Heimlich maneuver with her sister when she swallowed the quarter she was supposed to spit out. Kids do things you never think they will. Her parents consulted the doctor and were told she would pass it in a few days. They went on to an Atlanta Braves game but with misgivings. Everyone said she would pass it. The grandkids stayed with us while they went.

My daughter could not be comfortable at the game and kept calling. She seemed fine and played with our other grandkids. I told her not to worry, that we would watch and listen for any plink and she would be monitored until it came. She said she just had a feeling she could not shake. I've learned not to ignore a woman's feelings about her children. They are usually right. That scared me. I tried to placate her but told her I would use my metal detector to find out how far along it was.

She lay down and I passed over her stomach. Nothing. I could not find it. Did she pass it already? With trepidation I passed it over her throat. Nothing. But high in her chest it sounded. I contacted my daughter and told her what was happening and we were on our way to ER. They drove through the night to the hospital where we were and soon the quarter was removed by endoscopic procedure. Poor girl was so afraid they were going to have to operate. It came just short of occluding her airway though.

No scare is as potent as the thought of losing a child. Never let anyone tell you what your heart says otherwise.

Absolutely. Most people tamp down that intuition, we all need to pay closer attention to it, and listen! So glad everything worked out good.

 

[Dana Jean]

When I was a kid my mom took to a festival in the park where there was this clown making balloon animals; Well, the clown wasn't very good at it and I think yelled something like "You stink!" (I wasn't allowed to use the word suck) and then later that night I was playing in the sandbox (why I was playing in the sandbox at night I have no idea) and the clown was standing close by just kind of glaring at me. I still have nightmares about that, I even had a nightmare where the clown was using my veins as a musical instrument and saying "Yeah, play that rhythm guitar!" *shiver*

That's very scary!

 

[Dana Jean]

When I was three years old, I found a dead sparrow on the sidewalk. I didn`t understand why it didn`t fly away when I got close to it, and when I took it in my tiny hands and he was all stiff and cold, I started crying something unbelievable.
My dad kept saying that everything is OK, that that is nature and he tried to explain a bit about that to me, but I was too small, I couldn`t understand death.
I brought the sparrow home and prayed, as much as a three year old can pray, to God to make him alive again. ( and no, my parents weren`t religious nuts, they didn`t even believe in God. I don`t know where I got that from, to be a Christian, nobody ever thought me nothing about that, I just love Jesus since I can remember ).
But God didn`t make him alive again.
And so started my everlasting journey in exploring death and God.
I didn`t find any answers when I was a kid, and I still can`t find any answers as a grownup.
But that`s me...always thinking about death...and God...

I get that. They are always the big questions, aren't they?