Aged four (yet another!) in tell me a story about when you were...
- Nov. 12, 2015, 2:30 p.m.
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I was that kid who never really knew what was going on. The world spun at a different angle from me but I wasn’t ignorant of this fact. I was aware that other kids seemed to know what was going on.
But I had my guardian angel. I have no idea who she was other than she was, possibly, called Wendy and had a red and black woollen duffle coat. She seemed to be there whenever I needed someone, whenever the earth’s angle tilted a little too far away.
Here’s one of the times that (possibly named) Wendy saved me.
I didn’t know that we weren’t allowed to take toys to school so I had picked up my very favourite green, plastic frog (when I say favourite plastic, green frog it was also my only green, plastic frog and I probably abandoned it again after a day two!), slipped it in my dress pocket and, during morning assembly, I got it out to play with. Within a flick of a lamb’s tail that frog had been whipped out of my hand and stashed in a teacher’s pocket.
I was heartbroken. I thought that my frog was gone forever, it didn’t cross my mind that I could get it back.
Several hours later we were all getting our coats and bags, ready to run, gaily, to our parents but I was hesitating. My (favourite) green plastic frog was playing heavily on my mind. And there she was, (possibly named) Wendy! She asked if I was okay so I explained about my (favourite) plastic, green frog so she told me to wait where I was. Five minutes later she was back with my frog. As she handed it over I could see the shiny gold halo encircling her head! For a moment, in the large and scary world that was school, I felt utterly, utterly safe.
(Possibly named) Wendy will always be a moment of calm in my memory and I just wish I knew who she was!
thesunnyabyss ⋅ November 12, 2015
great story, I wonder who she was,
xoxo
Deleted user ⋅ November 12, 2015
Awww...
Wind Swept ⋅ November 12, 2015
hello Ermentrude... Maybe you'll recognize me from OD..though under a different name...
Ceylon Sapphire ⋅ November 13, 2015
teachers are such asses.... and I say that being one myself. ugh.
Deleted user ⋅ November 14, 2015
Maybe your guardian angel !
colojojo ⋅ November 15, 2015
Isn't it weird how we can remember....someone...meaning so much to us when we were younger, but not sure how or why. I vaguely remember a boy that I'm pretty sure I loved even at the age of 2, and I remember his name. For some reason, the first boy I met with the same name wasn't until 8 years later and somehow in my head I was convinced that was him, despite the name being a basic boy's name. I wish those memories weren't so fuzzy.