Saturday, June 13, 2015

When I squeeze your fingers, relax your hand, then it won't hurt.

It wze the kid's fingers and I remembeeternity, but I am sure the whole ordeal took about 90 seconds.  The teacher opened the door, and the class filed in quietlyng with me when I was little.

2 comments :

Martin S said...

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Nicholl said...

Must be a mass awakening to childhood issues lately some middle-age thing or something! Yes, you are doing the best thing writing it out--the issues, memories, and all! I just completed Tell Me Mother You're Sorry by Nicholl McGuire--the playbook, the mental game that I watched between two people I knew and I got sucked up, sucker-punched...my late grandma passed last month--lucky gal, she finally got peace. Often told me, "You like me...a black sheep." I was too busy, too tired, too whatever for about two decades to finally understand what she meant. So I tip my hat to you--this is the beginning! Pieces of the puzzle are all coming together. Yeah, we need to thank someone, have a convention--do something. I chose to comment on this blog entry, because I recognize something in what you said--sounds like a familiar game, can't connect the dots yet. Anyway, feel free to share whatever you find on my blogs, mention where you got--much appreciate it! Keep with the journey!