Wednesday, May 6, 2015
I fell in like with this magnet, got one for me, one for my friend pugmom and one for a lucky reader.
I grew up in Fl. I went to the beach a lot, broiling under the bright sun wearing a bikini and baby oil.
Baste. Turn. I put lemon juice in my brown hair to get blond highlights.
I can still hear the waves crashing, smell the copertone suntan lotion, feel the warm sand sifting through my fingers as I mindlessly sat in my chair.
Watching. Staring. Being.
I kept a tan all year long. I was adopted and discovered the reason I didn't look like any family members later in life, also discovering I was half Italian. No wonder I was more olive skinned.
So to the drawing... tell me about a daring moment in your life. A time when you took a little risk and it worked out fine.
This is one of my stories:
As a young adult I followed my sense of adventure (and a Canadian boyfriend) to Edmonton Alberta Canada to live there for a year. I went from being a social worker to being a nanny so that I could work.
By the way, living in Canada was a great experience and my love for that country is great.
A social worker girlfriend of mine drove up with me. across the USA. From Florida turn left at St. Louis then right at Denver. We had mini-adventures along the way but one in particular stands out.
We stopped in Yellowstone Park for two nights.
It was a "dark and stormy night" as we rolled in.
The power went out through the park, and people gathered at the only business open, a grocery store with a generator, to scavenge for dinner in the snack aisles. We chatted with some guys touring the park on motorcycles that looked like little houses on wheels. One said, do you want a ride?
I'm a mix of adventurous and timid, both extremes pop up in the weirdest times. I looked at my friend who shrugged, and I took a breath and said, okay.
I was afraid of cycles, but for some reason not afraid of the young man. I had been doing social work for years by this time and knew how to intuitively size up a person. I mean, you never know...I wouldn't let my niece do this!!.... but I got on. It was dark, the radio enveloped us with a song, the wind rushed through my hair, as we sped along. It was over in an instant and left a permanent memory.
Risky. Crazy. So unlike me.
I allowed myself to risk and it worked out.
There would be many risks to follow in life, I lived through the 70's, I went into dicey neighborhoods to carry out court ordered counseling, I partied in Ybor City when it was very Bohemian, I traveled through Europe by myself on a Eurail pass, I made lots of decisions some of which panned out some of which turned into learning moments if not regrets. But as I approach another birthday, somehow getting older each year, I can still see the risk taking girl inside, the one balancing adventure with safety.
Tell me about a time you've taken a risk, for a chance to win the magnet! Best story wins.
Two winners were chosen this time, Carol and Glen. I love love loved all the stories, y'all. Thank you so much.