Another Adventure of Snake And The Evil One
Another big event in history for today: in 1860, South Carolina was the first state to secede from the United States, leading to the Civil War. Today in birthday news, Branch Rickey (1881), the man who helped integrate black players into Major League Baseball was born. On a side note, former Boston Red Sox owner, Tom Yawkey, passed on Jackie Robinson (and Willie Mays) when given the first shot at signing. Another reason to further the (former) curse! Also, Happy 40th to Black Crowes singer Chris Robinson.
I remember as a child (and maybe you were the same way) that I would run everywhere…and never look where I was going. This phenomenon was especially prevalent when I would get my new Buster Brown shoes. I loved to see those little guys go back and forth. The big problem with this is, of course, that I would run into stuff. I would hit walls, door frames and the occasional person.
This problem would come to light in a big way (at least it was big at the time, to me) when I was in the second grade. Back in 1982 (2nd Grade) I attended an old school that, if memory serves me correctly, housed Kindergarten through 12th Grade (and I believe Pops went there for a time). The playground was an enormous paved area that included a few playground type items but mostly a big open space. One afternoon while at recess, my friends and I were running around chasing each other, going at about the speed of light (or a small groundhog). Suddenly, my progress was impeded and I toppled to the hard pavement below. My backside was instantly sore but this did not compete with the utter fear that washed over me seconds later. The meanest teacher in school was standing there. I would tell you her name but due to the fright she created in every student, I have repressed it. I had torn her stockings and created a bruise on her vein-covered leg. She was furious. You would think that I dropped a house on her sister or something (obscure Wizard of Oz reference). She snatched me up by the arm and dragged me to the principal’s office where I proceeded to sit on the hard wooden bench outside of his office. I never actually saw Mr. Principal for when the bell ending recess pealed, I got up and headed back to class. This incident was never spoken of again. I never even told my parents about it, until now.
Why do I tell you all of this under the guise of a Snake and Evil One story? To impress upon you how much small characteristics can be passed hereditarily. The other day, my brilliant nephew, Snake, attending his 1st Grade classes in the Boro had to use the facilities, the lavatory if you will (obscure “American Dream” Dusty Rhodes reference). Mr. Snake bounded into the bathroom with fervor as he apparently really needed to go bad! Unfortunately for him, he ran headlong into one of the stalls, knocking himself down…and out!
A trip to the school nurse and some ice did the trick to fix the young lad up good as new. It really makes you wonder; however, why as boys that we do silly things like this. I think that we just get way too excited about the freedom of the hallways and playgrounds. Hopefully, this will be something that he grows out of or some broken bones will be the norm for the little guy.
I remember as a child (and maybe you were the same way) that I would run everywhere…and never look where I was going. This phenomenon was especially prevalent when I would get my new Buster Brown shoes. I loved to see those little guys go back and forth. The big problem with this is, of course, that I would run into stuff. I would hit walls, door frames and the occasional person.
This problem would come to light in a big way (at least it was big at the time, to me) when I was in the second grade. Back in 1982 (2nd Grade) I attended an old school that, if memory serves me correctly, housed Kindergarten through 12th Grade (and I believe Pops went there for a time). The playground was an enormous paved area that included a few playground type items but mostly a big open space. One afternoon while at recess, my friends and I were running around chasing each other, going at about the speed of light (or a small groundhog). Suddenly, my progress was impeded and I toppled to the hard pavement below. My backside was instantly sore but this did not compete with the utter fear that washed over me seconds later. The meanest teacher in school was standing there. I would tell you her name but due to the fright she created in every student, I have repressed it. I had torn her stockings and created a bruise on her vein-covered leg. She was furious. You would think that I dropped a house on her sister or something (obscure Wizard of Oz reference). She snatched me up by the arm and dragged me to the principal’s office where I proceeded to sit on the hard wooden bench outside of his office. I never actually saw Mr. Principal for when the bell ending recess pealed, I got up and headed back to class. This incident was never spoken of again. I never even told my parents about it, until now.
Why do I tell you all of this under the guise of a Snake and Evil One story? To impress upon you how much small characteristics can be passed hereditarily. The other day, my brilliant nephew, Snake, attending his 1st Grade classes in the Boro had to use the facilities, the lavatory if you will (obscure “American Dream” Dusty Rhodes reference). Mr. Snake bounded into the bathroom with fervor as he apparently really needed to go bad! Unfortunately for him, he ran headlong into one of the stalls, knocking himself down…and out!
A trip to the school nurse and some ice did the trick to fix the young lad up good as new. It really makes you wonder; however, why as boys that we do silly things like this. I think that we just get way too excited about the freedom of the hallways and playgrounds. Hopefully, this will be something that he grows out of or some broken bones will be the norm for the little guy.
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