Post by crow on Oct 28, 2007 2:27:48 GMT -5
This will be a thread where you can portray the truly life darkening experiences you've had in words if you want.
I had originally decided to do this as a rant, but, whatever.
Age:6
I remember this day, for both its slight magnitude, and for it being the first life darkening experience I can remember.
We see a small, rather nerdy looking child, even for his incredibly young age. At 6 most children have something rather deeky about them... but this one... damn. He sits in his room, putting on his socks and smily that kind of smile that only someone his age could deliver, lavishing every breath he takes of the world, as if they shall all remain perfect. To be young... Well, hopping off of his bed with a skip in his step he bounces through his bedroom door and trots merrily across his houses floor to the back sliding glass door. "Goin ta taters house ma!" comes the jubious cry or this particular little angel.
Zach had been sure to lock the gate as he exited the deck, making sure that his best friend duke, a simply ginormous black lab didn't get out into the very field that he was now skipping across. He enjoyed the feeling of running through the wind on the way to the red house of his best friend taters. ( AKA Demetrius Moore, taters because of the shape of his head.) Hopping down a quick hill, Zach bounded across the driveway and knocked on the door.
Obviously the drawing, coloring, card games, and petty, stupid jokes that are to follow the opening of the door mean nothing to us. So let us skip ahead until the end of their antics, 4 hours later.
On his way Zach had riled up the cute little dog, Chancey, quite little. So her barking had apparently caused Duke, to come running to his defense, and moments after the barking had begun, the fur was flying, and blood spraying. It took them nearly 5 minutes to pry the two apart, and what was going through our dear angels mind at the time? Chanceys health? The punishment he would recieve? No, it was the warning that his mother had given nearly a year before.
For you see, Duke was a shelter dog. His mother had told him that, and if Duke ever tasted blood, well. He would be gone within the day. Knowing this, our angel sobbed back towards his house, dragging a very slightly reluctant black lab with him, knowing the consequences that awaited his pet at home.
Event number one!! ^^^ Maybe more whenever.
I had originally decided to do this as a rant, but, whatever.
Age:6
I remember this day, for both its slight magnitude, and for it being the first life darkening experience I can remember.
We see a small, rather nerdy looking child, even for his incredibly young age. At 6 most children have something rather deeky about them... but this one... damn. He sits in his room, putting on his socks and smily that kind of smile that only someone his age could deliver, lavishing every breath he takes of the world, as if they shall all remain perfect. To be young... Well, hopping off of his bed with a skip in his step he bounces through his bedroom door and trots merrily across his houses floor to the back sliding glass door. "Goin ta taters house ma!" comes the jubious cry or this particular little angel.
Zach had been sure to lock the gate as he exited the deck, making sure that his best friend duke, a simply ginormous black lab didn't get out into the very field that he was now skipping across. He enjoyed the feeling of running through the wind on the way to the red house of his best friend taters. ( AKA Demetrius Moore, taters because of the shape of his head.) Hopping down a quick hill, Zach bounded across the driveway and knocked on the door.
Obviously the drawing, coloring, card games, and petty, stupid jokes that are to follow the opening of the door mean nothing to us. So let us skip ahead until the end of their antics, 4 hours later.
On his way Zach had riled up the cute little dog, Chancey, quite little. So her barking had apparently caused Duke, to come running to his defense, and moments after the barking had begun, the fur was flying, and blood spraying. It took them nearly 5 minutes to pry the two apart, and what was going through our dear angels mind at the time? Chanceys health? The punishment he would recieve? No, it was the warning that his mother had given nearly a year before.
For you see, Duke was a shelter dog. His mother had told him that, and if Duke ever tasted blood, well. He would be gone within the day. Knowing this, our angel sobbed back towards his house, dragging a very slightly reluctant black lab with him, knowing the consequences that awaited his pet at home.
Event number one!! ^^^ Maybe more whenever.