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This I understand

funny pictures history - I hate rocking chairs..

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When I was 5, I remember sitting in a little rocking chair, wearing a fancy, flouncy little dress, stockings, and shiny black shoes. I was visiting my Granparents at the time and I was having a blast rocking back and forth in my little rocking chair in my grandparents basement. Back and forth, back and forth I went until… I went to far.

I can remember watching my shoes elevating higher and higher as I tilted farther back than I ever had before. I teetered on that small precipice of balance that determined whether I was going to continue my world right side up or up side down until gravity made the choice  to flip me completely backwards.

My head made a little thump against the wall as I landed on my back and knocked the air completely out of my lungs. I lay there, still for a few moments, with my shoes pointing at the ceiling, my dress around my chin and my Grandfather laughing uproariously;  stuck in that position and only just registering what had happened.

I recall my mother rushing over to see if I was ok and returning my rocking chair to it’s normal upright position and I recall being so embarrassed by my Grandfather laughing at me, that I forgot to feel anything else.

To this day, I still panic when I’m in a chair that rocks back just a bit too far or is pushed just a tad to rapidly backward by someone behind me,  and I wonder…am I more afraid of being hurt by the backwards tumble, or by the laughter that might ensue?

Neurosis sucks.


I believe you make your own reality whether good or bad. Thus, my favorite saying is, "Say what you mean and mean what you say."

Well, Sharon, if you wanna know what I think....

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