Bunny Goes to College August 1990

Bunny never left Kim’s side after that Easter. It always sat nearby in a doll’s highchair during meals, on the sink at bath time, in Kim’s lap in the car, in its own chair at piano lessons and gymnastics, and on the edge of the sandbox when Kim played with friends in the backyard. The rabbit traveled from one of Kim’s venues to the next, carefully tucked under her arm with head in front, ears flopped down, and the rest of its body dangling in back.

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Ice Skating Through the Years

Even though the pond was about a quarter mile from our houses, our parents didn’t monitor us. No one worried we would fall through thin ice on part of the pond with a spring that seeped warm water preventing the ice from freezing.  One boy was the brave one who skated after escaped pucks that went near the spring.

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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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