Almost Kidnapped

“Come on, hop in, I’ll give you a ride.” I glanced through the open sliding door of a blue panel-truck. A man was at the steering wheel on the right-hand side of the panel-truck. He was tall and thin, with dark, slicked-back hair, and a creased face smiling with yellow teeth. The truck moved slowly along the curb….

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Sink or Swim

I did learn to swim that summer with coaching from Uncle Aaron. However, to this day, I fill with fear at the thought of putting my face under water. If I hold my nose, I can manage it, but learning to dive was out of the question. Never a strong swimmer, having to keep my head above water, I did learn to enjoy a mean dog-paddle….

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Escape by Fishing

The worm looked good so I threw it out again, and this time the line tightened and the tip of the rod bowed. A fish! A thrill streamed through me. Heart raced, face flushed, hands worked feverishly to keep the line taut after a quick jerk to set the hook into the fish. It was swimming back and forth by my feet as I grabbed my net from its loop….

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Chirpy

Chirpy’s adult feathers began to grow and she seemed to practice flapping her wings as she grew bigger and stronger over the course of about ten days. I was so proud that I really did raise this bird and help it grow up. On a rainy cold morning I took the lid off my shoebox for the last time as Chirpy flew to the top of a tall birch. 

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Saved by Gardening

Tiny pale green carrot leaves, like miniature feathers, had pushed through the soil. Miniscule beet foliage, deep green with blood-red veins, and minute pea plants seeking a place to climb with petite tendrils reaching out, captured my attention as I weeded next to all these babies at the ready in their respective rows. 

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Saved by a Chickadee

I stayed very still, and one little black and white ball of feathers on a low branch hopped near me. It called its lively tune as it danced from one tiny branch to the next. I was at the same time entranced and lost in this display, away from my cruel world at home, saved by the grace of a chickadee.

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