Family codes and ritualsFreddy Woo writes, "as a child we used to have a 'whoever cuts doesn't choose the slice' rule with cake. It worked brilliantly, but it's left me completely anal about dividing up food - my wife just takes the piss as I ritually compare all the slice sizes."
What codes and rituals does your family have?
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chthonic, Thu 20 Nov 2008, 18:05)
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One of my ownI was a young lass, and being the tomboyish sort was prone to doing some decidedly unwise things, usually involving a bicycle.
Near the house I grew up in, there was an artificial cliff where the side of a hill was carved out to make a road, I'd say about 20-30 feet tall. At the top of this cliff was a bit of a bowl, making a natural ramp. Above this was a field. So I, of course, decide that it would be a great idea to drag my bike up the (not perfectly vertical) cliff, up to the field, and proceed to jump the cliff at top speed. So I do.
About halfway across the road I realize that this wasn't the greatest of ideas. I let go of the bike, thinking that landing with it would be more painful than landing without it. I fly over the road, over a low fence, over a line of trees, and well into a pasture on the other side before landing in a small creek. Flat on my back.
I lie there for a few minutes as my friend climbs the fence to get to me, and take stock of my current situation. Am I dead? No. Am I hurt? Yes. Can I move everything? Surprisingly, yes. I stand up, find my bike, see that it fared about as well as I did, wave off my friend (who was convinced I had broken my spine and was in shock or something), and ride home to nurse my wounds.
In retrospect, I probably should've gone to a doctor to check for internal injuries, but I healed up fine, with nothing more than some bumps and bruises.
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Thank goodnessI think the best design aspect of humans is the way we're made out of rubber and fuck all steel as kids.
Just last week I was jumping on the trampoline with my young cousin - he did a bad bounce, landed in a way that would have twisted my joints sideways forever, bounced up and then down onto the metal rim, flipped around it and slammed into the ground head first.
Time stopped for me, I was sure he was never gonna move again .... but hell no, stood up smiling, climbed back on and started bouncing again even higher - I don't think he even realized he was supposed to be hurt...
If I did that I'd be guiding the wheel chair with my tongue for the rest of my days =P
Kids are awesome.
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Allisade would love to hear from you, Wed 26 Nov 2008, 15:56,
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