The Life of Carl - Chapter 2

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The Life of Carl - Chapter 2 is a short description of my early, pre-teen years.

Submitted: November 23, 2009

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The Life of Carl – The Pre-teen Years
 
Chapter 2 – The Pre-teen Years
 
I decided to write The Life of Carl in order to share with the world my past 72 years on this planet we call earth. Thanks to the Internet I can publish and distribute this account of my life without the added burden of cost. What a concept, social interaction with the world at very little cost. I have provided an overview of my life in my bio; now I want to share my memories before they fade from my consciousness. This is the 2nd chapter in the story of my life. I hope you will read and enjoy.
 
I have to begin with a description of the walkway leading to and from the front of our home. If one were to visualize the front of our house you would see about 5 steps leading from the street to the sidewalk then a short slanted area leading to another step. After this step there was another area about 3 feet wide by 4 feet deep leading to another set of about 5 steps to the front porch.
 
I have presented this description to give you an idea of the area of my confinement due to my having chicken pox and I was restricted to riding my tricycle in the 3 x 4 foot area. None of the other kids were allowed to be with me while I was contagious. Did this episode have an impact on me or is it just one of many memories stored in the human mind? I really can't answer that question.
 
I guess I should have always rode my tricycle in that area because one day while playing with one of my friends, I was riding my tricycle on a regular sidewalk and fell on top of the tricycle driving the handle bars into my ribs. That resulted in what the doctor called cracked ribs. In those days they wrapped the chest in tape. Very uncomfortable but I don't remember much pain; that is until it came time for the tape to come off. At the doctor's office he had me look out the window at something and yanked the tape and a lot of streaks of skin off. Ouch! I would like to think the episode with the cracked ribs did have an impact.
 
Another time one of my friends visited the local grocery store and bought an ice cream cone. I didn't have any money so he shared his ice cream cone and his impetigo with me. Another time I remember climbing my neighbor's tree to knock a hornet's nest out of the tree. Smart -- not.
 
I don't believe I was a klutz. It is only when I describe my life that I feel like maybe I was. I do remember that while playing in an empty lot I fell and sliced my leg on a broken bottle. You never saw anyone run so fast and cry so hard until I found my mom at home. We went to the doctor and it took about 13 stitches. The memory of this episode is revived every time I look at the 6-inch scar on my leg. The only other episode of physical damage that I inflicted upon myself when I was younger occurred when my clamp roller skate came loose from my shoe and I fell backwards snapping my right wrist at the growth plate.
 
Most of the time I was in the care of my older brother when we did the many things boys do in a small town. We would spend a lot of the summer time on a neighbor boy's porch playing monopoly. In the evening it would be kick-the-can. These were the days when a kid could play outside after dark and the parents did not have to be worried about them. The dark was our friend. We went out for Halloween treats the day before, on Halloween, and the day after. We also did our share of mischief but nothing very serious. I also remember the time an older kid was going to beat me up and my brother stepped in and told him the only one who could pound on his younger brother was himself. I could go on forever writing about my preteen years but in order not to bore you I will close this portion of my life and the next article will be about my teenage years.
 
 


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