Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
...and the fall required brain surgery. (or a band aid)
ReplyDeleteI remember learning how to use stick matches in the garage and darned near burned the place down. It was the only spanking I got with a board.
Yikes! Isn't it funny how as kids we just get an idea and run with it?
ReplyDeleteMy earliest childhood memory is of my Mom waving to me from the hospital window where she was in labour with my youngest sister. I was three. I was so excited at the idea of having a little sister, but I thought they came out all grown up (like me at three) and ready to play. The reality sucked - lol!
I have a similar tale of suffering from ignoring warnings. There was an old iron pot with legs upended in our back yard for some reason. We kids were climbing over it, and my mom told us to stop before we got hurt. I remember thinking I would just do it one more time, and I slipped and gashed my head open on one of the legs. I had to go to the hospital for stitches, and ever after I thought my mom was very smart!
ReplyDeleteCliff -- Of course brain surgery was required and I remember blood spurting everywhere as I ran home screaming. Never mind the fact that no doctor was involved, stitches were not required and I was out playing again a short while later.
ReplyDeleteTalon -- Oh I love it that you thought your new sister was going ot pop out ready to play. Who knows how many kids are thinking that when they are told you are going to have a new brother/sister to play with.
Susan Adcox -- Oh yes we all have learned how smart our mothers were. But now we do have to wonder why someone didn't just turn the pot over so it wouldn't be so dangerous. In this day and time we would be passing a law to forbid overturned pots. LOL
I remember pitching a fit in my High Chair (was I 2 ?) not wanting to eat something, n it fell backward. I hit my head on the wall which really gave me a big head-ache!
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