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She is nine. Just saying.

by runn1ng 14y ago

unimpressive 14y ago
Keeping in the spirit of the parent: I guess it's story time. When I was nine, (Pretty sure it was nine, I may have been younger.) I went to a special school. (To give you an idea of the environment, imagine a one room school with a solitary space barred by magnetic lock in the back.) And I took the bus there and back. One day while I was walking out from school to the bus, I noticed something yellow and shiny on the ground; a golden bracelet. Stepped on, worn, and mostly scrap, but a golden bracelet nonetheless. In my childhood naiveté I shouted "Hey everyone! I found a golden bracelet!". The entire mob of fleeing kids turned around to look at me, and then just as quickly as they'd noticed, melted back into their rush to the buses. When I got home the lead instructor called to ask for the bracelet because "A couple had lost it.". This smelled like bull because as I mentioned, it was mostly scrap by this point. Probably $5 of scrap gold. So my parents ask if I'm going to give it to her: My answer was not a chance in hell. So I went in the next day and she pulled me aside to ask for the bracelet. She asks "Where's the bracelet?". I smile and inform her that "She's not getting it.". When she asks the inevitable "why?" my enthusiasm is boiling over with excitement. I matter-of-fact-ly tell her the truth: "I don't give things to rip off artists." And into the solitary room I went. (I think, my memories fuzzy after that part.) (If you ask me about it now, theres reasons why that was really really cool, and just as many if not more why that was really really not cool.) What I wrote above is probably the mild version of what 9 year old me would have done if he got his hands on the cameras. EDIT: I am aware that most nine year olds are probably nothing like this. (I actually wouldn't know, I rarely got to see normal nine year olds.)

3 ms·

She is nine. Just saying.

by runn1ng 14y ago

She is nine. Just saying.

unimpressive 14y ago
Keeping in the spirit of the parent: I guess it's story time. When I was nine, (Pretty sure it was nine, I may have been younger.) I went to a special school. (To give you an idea of the environment, imagine a one room school with a solitary space barred by magnetic lock in the back.) And I took the bus there and back. One day while I was walking out from school to the bus, I noticed something yellow and shiny on the ground; a golden bracelet. Stepped on, worn, and mostly scrap, but a golden bracelet nonetheless. In my childhood naiveté I shouted "Hey everyone! I found a golden bracelet!". The entire mob of fleeing kids turned around to look at me, and then just as quickly as they'd noticed, melted back into their rush to the buses. When I got home the lead instructor called to ask for the bracelet because "A couple had lost it.". This smelled like bull because as I mentioned, it was mostly scrap by this point. Probably $5 of scrap gold. So my parents ask if I'm going to give it to her: My answer was not a chance in hell. So I went in the next day and she pulled me aside to ask for the bracelet. She asks "Where's the bracelet?". I smile and inform her that "She's not getting it.". When she asks the inevitable "why?" my enthusiasm is boiling over with excitement. I matter-of-fact-ly tell her the truth: "I don't give things to rip off artists." And into the solitary room I went. (I think, my memories fuzzy after that part.) (If you ask me about it now, theres reasons why that was really really cool, and just as many if not more why that was really really not cool.) What I wrote above is probably the mild version of what 9 year old me would have done if he got his hands on the cameras. EDIT: I am aware that most nine year olds are probably nothing like this. (I actually wouldn't know, I rarely got to see normal nine year olds.)