As a pre-high schooler I sometimes would take myself away to a quiet place on a summer day just for the exquisite pleasure of closing my eyes and listening and feeling as time passed over me, smelling the smells of summer – mown grass, hot weeds in a field, asphalt from the never-ending street paving; distant sounds muted and almost unreal, the near-by chirping of birds the only sounds real. It had a time cycle all its own, like sleep, and soon I would come back to the rest of the world. But it lingers still.
Masterskrain Premium Member almost 7 years ago
Uh-Oh! Good move, Lucy!
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] almost 7 years ago
Its the bored who wish for something interesting happen. Then when it does they complain its “so bad”.
Watcher almost 7 years ago
Calvin has the noodle incident, now Danae has her incident. Anymore out there we don’t know about and will we ever find out?
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To be human is to have selective memory… if memory serves.
Enter.Name.Here almost 7 years ago
Might want to send a heads-up to NORAD.
Varnes almost 7 years ago
I’ve heard references to “The Incident” before…Think we’ll ever find out what it was? Anyway, ya gotta love the tease…That’s Wiley for ya……
Varnes almost 7 years ago
I’m beginning to like Lucy more and more….
submachine almost 7 years ago
She is still a little snot
DanFlak almost 7 years ago
Did it involve a noodle?
Masterskrain Premium Member almost 7 years ago
Be afraid. Be VERY afraid!
Linguist almost 7 years ago
Amazing how many people opt for the right to selective memory !
Kaputnik almost 7 years ago
Considering how many unfortunate incidents there have been in Danae’s short life, the incident must have really stood out.
dogday Premium Member almost 7 years ago
As a pre-high schooler I sometimes would take myself away to a quiet place on a summer day just for the exquisite pleasure of closing my eyes and listening and feeling as time passed over me, smelling the smells of summer – mown grass, hot weeds in a field, asphalt from the never-ending street paving; distant sounds muted and almost unreal, the near-by chirping of birds the only sounds real. It had a time cycle all its own, like sleep, and soon I would come back to the rest of the world. But it lingers still.
keenanthelibrarian almost 7 years ago
There was, of course, Bristow’s Tea Trolley Disaster of 1960-something.