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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Ow! (01/07/10)

TITLE: The Legacy of a Clutz
By Debbie McQueen
01/07/10


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I am a woman, a wife and a mom, and I often find myself counting the number of bruises on my body, most of which, I do not know the cause. This is my life, and always has been. I am a perpetual, lifelong clutz.
I have always had a tendency of running into doors, cabinets, and various other inanimate objects. It is so bad, that I obsessively close doors and cabinets, no matter where I am, because I know, sooner or later, I am bound to run into them, bump my head on them, or catch my ankle, heel, shin, elbow, or any other part of my body that sticks out.
In my childhood, I broke my nose twice, and one of the times, I had tripped on absolutely nothing at all, but apparently lacked the instinct of catching oneís self with their hands. Still, I am amazed that, so far, that is the only thing I have broken, though, certainly not my only injury. There was even a time I ran into a handicap sign, oh, and I was walking. I had a gash across my forehead, and, of course, a facial injury always leads to inquiries, and people wanting to hear a good story. Yes, of course, it had to be a handicap sign, perhaps it was trying to recruit me.
Now, I am a mother of two girls, and I am afraid that my legacy of clutziness and pain, had been passed down to my youngest daughter, who is three. She can trip over nothing at all, often runs into corners of walls, collides with furniture, and crashes into doors. As I watch her, I think to myself, there couldnít possibly be anyone who falls as much as she does, then I remember my own childhood, in fact my adulthood as well, and I have full and complete sympathy for her. Amazingly enough, she hasnít had a major injury yet, though, often will have bumps or bruises on her head or legs. Now, I must say in all of this, there is a small blessing; it seems that neither I nor she notices half the bumps and crashes we are involved in, since they happen so regularly, which is why I have bruises that surprise me, and why my daughter can run straight into the corner of a wall, and keep going like it never happened.


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Charla Diehl 01/14/10
I can relate to all of this. I was the clumsy one in my family and sadly, never outgrew it. Thanks for sharing. You're not alone!
Kristi Peifer01/14/10
I laughed out loud at the part about the handicap sign trying to recruit you. Clever!
Ruth Brown 01/17/10
Te-he he, You have described a normal day for me since childhood. Well done, we might as well laugh at ourselves. Blessings, Ruth
Jan Ackerson 01/18/10
Love your sarcastic wit!

There were one or two awward sentences (and I think the correct spelling is 'klutz'), but this was a highly enjoyable read.

I've started a class in the FaithWriters forums for Beginner and Intermediate writers. I'd love to see you there--look for "Jan's Writing Basics".

This was great fun to read--I wanted more!

Joy Bach 01/20/10
Being a klutz sounds like a hard job. You gave us a very good description of what it is like.

It would have been easier for me to read if the paragraphs had been separated.