Learning to Fly
So, as mom reminded me this morning, it was 32 years ago today that I was born. She also reminded me that it was in a blizzard and I was born two weeks early. It has been said (and I've taken to saying) that it's the only time I have been ever early for anything and I've been making up for it ever since. And yes, I will be using that joke forever. I will let North follow up with an indepth look at my life but I will share with you two things he won't know.
Interesting memory I can't remember: A)Mom or Dad will correct this story but I fell down the stairs when I was 2 years old and got hernia and still have the scar to prove it and B)Apparently I wore braces on my legs when I slept to correct severe intoeing (pigeon toes). (Help Mom or Dad!)
Interesting memory I can't forget: Remember those stories you heard about lawn darts before they were banned? Well I was one of those stories. When I was about 9 or 10 I was playing in our backyard with some older kids. The only instruction I had been given was "don't play with the lawn darts". Oh, DON'T play with the lawn darts?!? I, of course, DID play with the lawn darts. And in move that displayed cartoonish stupidity we played a game whereby you won by hitting another lawn dart thrown up as a target. So obviously the closer you got to the target the easier it was. So I got close and threw my dart at the target dart and it ricocheted off my dart and straight into my nose. It stayed upright, suspended in my right nostril, until it slowly turned and fell to the ground followed by a steady stream of blood. I was a statistic. I still have the scar to prove that one too.
I hope you all have a Happy Simon's Birthday.
Pace out
If you want to find out wht important events happened on my birtday you can Google a day and it brinks up the wikipedia entry for that day. For example - November 21. It's a colossal waste of time.
posted by Vitamin S @ 4:34 p.m.
4 Comments:
Happy B-day Si!!
Holy shit, I thought myself and Forest Gump were the only one to have been confined to the bared botties as a little scamp.
Hope there are a few little darlins who are looking for some one on one celebrating with you in your birthday suit.
Cheers to you and a fine 32yrs.
Dabe
As I was reading your story about the lawn dart I laughed out loud. I work in a library...people stared. Hopefully the dart didn't cause to much damage. Happy Birthday :)
Simon, You are correct sir!
It was a huge snowstorm on your B'day... and I had to leave the high school, where I worked to go to the VPH mid-morning to deliver your Mom and coach your delivery... as I went to ask permission or inform the office Raymond Woodward, later HS principal, said "I hope the baby has a handle!" I didn't get it at first and then I realized what he meant - male chauvinist pig comment referring to genitalia!
Speaking of handles... what's with you using my handle "Pace" !?
Regarding your other points, in order: yes you fell down the stairs from the back landing to the kitchen floor landing in a heap of tears with no apparent damage - until much later in life when the fall manifested in myriad ways including habitual tardiness and memory lapses.
The hernia was unrelated to this but had something to do with your handle!!
You were pigeon-toed and bow-legged as a little tike and in order to correct this you were required to wear a brace attached to boots at night and you hated this and often cried yourself to sleep. On one camping trip I remember we all "enjoyed" a sleepless night as you constantly flipped over back and forth whacking the rest of us with the foot long bar attached to your little feet. No mean feat!!
Finally, I still freak when I consider how close to death you came with the lawn dart and thank God it was only a glancing blow and only sliced your nostril... one of those "there but for the grace of God" moments of life.
In retrospect, all things considered and these childhood anecdotes recounted ,it is indeed a wonder you survived to tell the tale, let alone became the man you are today.
Brings to mind the adage we are what we are in spite of or because of our upbringing. You were well brought up and that is a reflection on me and more importantly your mother... in spite of me and because of your mother!!!
love Dad ( the original Pace!)
Oh, you Paces crack me up. Happy birthday again Si.
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