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11-21-2008, 07:34 PM
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| Yeah. I remember now. Was lost in http://www.lbi.net/default.asp. Been since 72!     |
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11-21-2008, 07:55 PM
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| Oh god now you have really done it. That place has a mythological place in the story of my life. I think it was in Surf city on the ocean side. My grandfather was dying and my mother left me and my 2 sister and brother in the care of a male Artist . 4 kids driving around in an old MG convertible with an artist. The kind with the great headlights, the car, I mean. I had never been as popular with the kids on the beech before. He had been taking care of us for a month when he took us to that trampoline place. I was jumping up and down and flipping and then I started looking at that gap between the net and the ground, just jumping. They were at ground level with pits. I swear, the black space sucked me in, slowly and unavoidably. I broke my arm. We called from the doctors office and I had broken my arm at 7:09. I remember the clock in the trampoline waiting room. That is also the time of death for my grandfather. My timing is not the best. In my mind I felt him leave. Very strange summer hiding mines and trees covered in Butterflies, and watching this guy paint while we ran wild, waiting for someone to die a hundred miles away. |
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#22
11-21-2008, 08:12 PM
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| '65, I was 10. Wow, do you write for a living? That's a strange and beautiful account. Must have been pretty weird for you at the time.. as well as painful. I wonder if you are the reason there were pads covering the black place when I 1st went. I was never brave enought to flip. |
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