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The Sounds of Silence

When I was very young I sat at the feet of one of my father’s friends and I listened to him tell adventures of his life lived around the world. That day I said a prayer. I asked God to give me an adventure-filled life, and make me an awesome storyteller. I have since learned that one needs to be very careful when framing petitions to the Almighty.

I bring you yet another scene from my childhood:

I was a clumsy teenager. In fact, I’ve pretty much been clumsy all of my life, but there was a short period in my teens when I was truly a walking disaster. My accidents became so routine people began reacting to them as if they weren’t extraordinary.

To finish reading please visit: The Grownups Wanted Us Dead

Oh! And before anybody asks: No, I don’t smoke anymore and I haven’t in ages.

Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives on The Big Island in Hawaii. When she is not hanging out with Amoeba, she is likely teaching or sewing. Or she could be cooking, taking photographs, or even writing. But if she's not doing any of that, she's probably on Facebook or tinkering with her blog.


  1. [breathes major sigh of relief over the cancer sticks issue]

    brings back memories … of when my mother came home from work late and I came home from dates or whatever later …

  2. I remember falling down a flight of stairs as a Sr. in High School. The stairs at school. In a dress. With the male gym teacher standing at the foot of those stairs. By the time I had fallen all the way down, the dress was all the way up.

  3. Cindra — we’ll just have to keep nagging her.

    Charlie — coming from you that means a lot.

    Bhuvi — I’ll be by in a few minutes.

    Cindy — I have a couple of similar stories. Maybe they will hit the blog someday.

  4. Sounds like we might be related! My family nolonger reacts with alarm when I get hurt, it was so frequent over the years that nobody is ever shocked.

    When our van was engulfed in flames, family’s reaction…”Well that sounds like you alright”…ah such is my luck!

  5. Jan — a lot of clumsy people are popping out of the woodwork claiming kinship with me. I guess I wasn’t as strange as I thought I was.

    Anita — glad you liked the story.

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