Photo of the day – 08

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From left to right: Judy Gardner, my sister, me
We were visiting my sister at college. Judy was a friend of the family. Do you remember a couple of photos ago I mentioned my mom working for a dentist and that dentist gave me his sons’ old clothes? This is the wife of that dentist. My mom worked as a receptionist for him for most of my childhood.

One day when I was in kindergarten, we were lined up waiting for the bell to ring at the end of the school day. Judy Gardener was picking me up from school because my mom couldn’t. When the bell rang, the door opened and we started a game of tag. The boy that was “it” was chasing me. I got boxed up against the street and had to slow down. As he tagged me, he pushed me hard into the street. I fell right in front of Mrs. Gardner’s car and by the time she came to a stop she had run over me with both tires. She ran over my thighs and surprisingly I was completely fine. No broken bones. No real damage. It happened so fast that somehow it just didn’t do anything to me, except for mild bruising.

The following Sunday I was at church. Just about everyone I knew went to my church, including the Gardeners. At every service there was always a moment called, “Children’s Church”. The pastor would call all kids up to the front and tell them a story from the bible and ask questions of the kids. He gathered us around and asked us if anything interesting had happened to any of us that week. I quickly raised my hand and said, “Judy Gardner ran me over”. The whole congregation erupted in laughter.

Judy is a very proper woman. She gives a lot of weight to others opinions of her. She was devastated and humiliated. I was just a kid though. I had no idea what I was doing or saying, so I didn’t hear anything about it embarrassment until years later.

The hat I’m wearing in this photo was given to me by my sister. It is an Eskimo Joe’s hat from a popular pub in Stillwater, OK where she attended college. I wore this hat until it had almost disintegrated. I still have it. It’s as worn out as a hat can get.

From left to right: Judy Gardner, my sister, me
We were visiting my sister at college. Judy was a friend of the family. Do you remember a couple of photos ago I mentioned my mom working for a dentist and that dentist gave me his sons’ old clothes? This is the wife of that dentist. My mom worked as a receptionist for him for most of my childhood.

One day when I was in kindergarten, we were lined up waiting for the bell to ring at the end of the school day. Judy Gardener was picking me up from school because my mom couldn’t. When the bell rang, the door opened and we started a game of tag. The boy that was “it” was chasing me. I got boxed up against the street and had to slow down. As he tagged me, he pushed me hard into the street. I fell right in front of Mrs. Gardner’s car and by the time she came to a stop she had run over me with both tires. She ran over my thighs and surprisingly I was completely fine. No broken bones. No real damage. It happened so fast that somehow it just didn’t do anything to me, except for mild bruising.

The following Sunday I was at church. Just about everyone I knew went to my church, including the Gardeners. At every service there was always a moment called, “Children’s Church”. The pastor would call all kids up to the front and tell them a story from the bible and ask questions of the kids. He gathered us around and asked us if anything interesting had happened to any of us that week. I quickly raised my hand and said, “Judy Gardner ran me over”. The whole congregation erupted in laughter.

Judy is a very proper woman. She gives a lot of weight to others opinions of her. She was devastated and humiliated. I was just a kid though. I had no idea what I was doing or saying, so I didn’t hear anything about it embarrassment until years later.

The hat I’m wearing in this photo was given to me by my sister. It is an Eskimo Joe’s hat from a popular pub in Stillwater, OK where she attended college. I wore this hat until it had almost disintegrated. I still have it. It’s as worn out as a hat can get.

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