Sunday, April 03, 2005

Scars and Stories

I often wonder how we all got to adulthood. My nephews (all just a little older than me) and I grew up together and between the five of us there were more bike accidents and tumbles and falls and sprained ankles than I can count. There were accidents involving bikes and trees and horses and farm equipment.

Between us there was a broken back, a choking incident, a fingertip cut severely, a broken arm, two broken legs (same person, same time) a snake bite, and dozens of other things involving medical attention.

And yet, somehow, we're now between 43 and 50 and we have no ill effects other than a few scars and stories.

When you consider we were all around farm equipment, had never imagined wearing seat belts, were pulled in old car hoods behind trucks as a sled in the winter, and rode on tailgates all summer long, it's rather amazing.

Funny how times change.

2 comments:

Jenn said...

isn't it funny??? you bring up a wonderful point. remember the times we (you) or (I) rode in the back window of the oldsmobile 78??? going about 90 miles down the highway. my little sister used to sit on the arm rest next to my mom. that was her spot. my mom would raise her arm up in front of my sister if she had to "stop suddenly". funny, i would NEVER go anywhere without buckling up my kiddos in their height/weight appropriate seats.

Patsy Terrell said...

Yes, it's funny how we all lead different lives and have forgotten that we all managed to survive these horrors like sitting on the arm rest. :)