e do it for the stories we could tell, so says Jimmy Buffett, even when we know do that something could end badly. It’s especially true if you are a young teenager. I was 13 or 14 when I did that story telling thing.
I went to a day camp during summer. One day we were taken to a pretty big and wild park. We could borrow or rent bicycles. So, I borrowed one.
All good so far.
We road to a sort of big peak. The ride was gradual, but if we wanted to continue in the same direction we had to ride down a pretty steep path. The chose would have been walk down or turn back. We should have chosen either of those two options.
We just had to ride. Being the biggest idiot among us, I rode first. About 30 feet into the ride I realized there was no braking and certainly no stopping. I made it about 75% of the way down. I hit a surface tree root. I went airborne, then I went side wise, and finally upside down.
I landed on my face.
I was battered and bruised. After a little clean up by one of the camp counselors I looked better, but not much. I was lucky. I could have broken all sorts of parts. I didn’t.
When I got home my mom was horrified. My dad just laughed. He asked if I would do it again.
Of course, for the rest of the summer I was called skid face.
Kids can be so cruel.
I was their hero. I did something they were afraid to do.
pologies. If something doesn’t make sense on the other side.
That WordPress programming trick of capturing everything in a block and not allowing editing happened not once, but twice.
If you try to edit, the software deletes whole sentences. The only way to recapture any of it is to revert to a saved version.
But, that only brings your work so far.
So you rewrite whatever you lost.
I don’t know about you, but I don’t remember sentences exactly. I reconstruct them as best I can.
Do that three times and you have no idea what you originally wrote.
Add to that the newest annoyance, placing the cursor at the start of a sentence even though I intentionally placed it in the middle, and I almost gave up today.
WordPress has to stop this. Even though I said I’d stay here because of the community, I’ll leave if this nonsense doesn’t stop.
I’ll ghost. That’s where I’ll go to a blogging platform called Ghost.