A day Too Late

Just a glimpse into the past of my life!

       A DAY TOO LATE

                      If I was born when the doctors told my mother I would be due, maybe my life could have been very different. But no I clung to the walls of the safe and secure warmth of the womb. On October 17^th, one minute after midnight I finally came out into this cruel world.

                   Oh, at the time I hadn't a clue that the world was filled with constant turmoil. Being but a babe, life was alright I guess. I have no recollection of the first four years of my life. Yet just before my 5^th birthday I was enrolled in Kindergarten. And I suppose my mother was happy that her third child would be gone most of the day. She was one who never liked staying at home, always constantly on the go. Even now despite being slightly disabled she still gets around.

                  One day while walking home from school, we had a terrible dust storm. I was not a very strong child, so I did my best at walking home. Although I didn't get far since the wind was stronger than I seemed to be. Needless to say I was blown up against the chain link fence!

                There I was stuck to the fence for what seemed like hours. I didn't know if my mother would ever find me. As I was plastered to the fence, I could see them drive by several times. But I was either to terrified to move or the wind had pinned me against the fence so I literally couldn't move.

         My mother had my older brother with her to keep an eye out for any sign of my little body. Just then it started raining, and the rain began to wash off some of the caked on dirt. That's when my brother yelled out “There she is, stop mom stop!”

         My brother jumped out of the car after mom pulled over. Then I was rescued from that spot on the fence. I cried and cried, saying “why didn't you stop before?”

          Mom just said “ Sorry we couldn't see you with all the dirt caked on your body.”

            I don't recall her hugging me, kissing me either, I just got a nice warm bath when we got home. Also lots of laughs from my sister and brother the rest of the night.

             This was the first of many episodes in my life that most likely left scars within my soul. One by one my mother added kids to the family. Finally stopping at seven, when my dad put an end to it. A little snip, snip and no more babies!

                  Needless to say we needed a larger place to live, so we moved for the fourth time. Boy did we move to a nice house too. It was custom built by an architect in which he added a large room called a den, just on the other side of the kitchen. Us kids had lots of fun there too!

             The den had tile floors, so we would put socks on our feet. Then starting in the kitchen, we'd take off running then see how far we could slide. Mom always yelled stop it, saying one of us will get hurt. I think one time I did fall, and hit the back of my head. I never did that again, even though it looked like fun still.

          My sister would laugh at me, call me scaredy-cat or chicken but I didn't care. I would just go watch tv or go play by myself. I preferred to be by myself most of the time anyway.

              Well this is just a small glimpse into my world, more will come as I look back into the memories that are locked inside my brain. I hope you enjoyed this look back into time, and please don't feel sorry about me being stuck on the fence...... because thinking about it now I can laugh and wonder why they hadn't taken a picture?

Author's Note

As soon as I locate a picture of how small I was, I'll post it! Enjoy ( but don't laugh to much)