You've been to UBC, right? You know there's a huge, open basement underneath. One day after church I decided I would go down in the basement. This wasn't an unusual thing to do - many of the kids went to the basement after church to play around. I was perhaps 10 years old at the time. I raced down the stairs, flung open the door, and immediately fell over backwards, blood gushing out of my nose. Some boys my age had been playing kickball in the basement. I was foolish enough (or so I was told) to open the door right as the ball was careening in my direction.
Silly me.
That experience gave me an aversion to two things: boys in my age group and round, flying objects. I've since overcome the first aversion, but the second still lingers. Even now the echo-y sound of basketballs in a gym makes me flinch and cower.
In other news, today I realized I had gone all of 2013 (so far) without having any fast food. I promptly remedied that with a jaunt through the drive through and a McChicken. There goes that resolution...
How are your New Year goals coming along?
Yours always,
Amy
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