My 4th Of July

Darwin (L) Micey (R) By A.M. Moscoso

 Ignore my cats- those two think Indendence Day happens every day at dinner time. 

 

I sprained my knee on the 4th of July.

I let it get the best of me and I did not party or visit friends.  I just facebooked for a while and went to sleep. 

I am So ashamed. 

When I was 8 I got a bike for Christmas and I got snow. 

I got the Chicken Pox too. 

But did I let that slow me down? Hell no. I put my boots on and rode off  in the snow and ice over to my friend’s house to show him my bike. 

When I was about 14 I sprained my ankle when I jumped down- well fell off my roof rescuing my kitten. Still I managed to get myself to Seattle by hopping on and off two buses  so that I could see the Who in concert. 

So this year I twist my knee a little and I miss the Fourth of July. 

Somewhere in time there is an eight year old and a fourteen year old who would love to kick my heiney- and given how I feel right now, all I can say is 

Let them. 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 

  

 
 
 
 
 
 

 

8 thoughts on “My 4th Of July

  1. doesn’t sound much fun Anita, but then I didn’t do much either.

    Well, unless you count spending about 4 hours editing, then totally re-writing, then editing again, a little piece of fiction that’s less than 2,00 words anyway?

    I think I may have wasted my day too.

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