A Year of Pain
When I was in 3rd grade I was sitting at Agate Beach over by Whiskey Creek. I was marveling at the plaster-of-paris being poured into an imprint left by a starfish.
Suddenly, WHAM!
Was it God? What time is it? Where am I? WHAT am I?
Apparently, The girl I had met tried to launch the biggest rock ever into the incoming tide, only to be stopped by the back of my head.
Nothing like getting the most gut-wrenching pain ever conceived while minding my own business. What the Hell did I do to deserve that?
How does one displace all the feelings involved in that situation without destroying the person who threw the stone? (she was pretty cute).
I could blame the girl. After all she threw the damn thing.
I could blame the stone. That stupid stone knew she'd be there to throw it.
I could blame the guy pouring into the sand casts - that's why I stopped in the first place.
I could blame me. I don't deserve to be blamed, I didn't deserve to be hit, but that way nobody else gets hurt.
Maybe the boy that was with the girl should go down. After all, he gave her the idea to pick up the rock and throw it at the sunset to begin with.
As it turned out, I ended up going into my cabin. I put ice on my head, and took a couple of aspirin. My relationship with the girl changed. I just met the boy, so I could easily be mad at him. All I knew was that I was hurt bad. I would endure the pain & that memory for a over a year, and a chip taken out of the back of my head to serve as a reminder the rest of my life.
All I wanted was a plaster starfish. And it would have been nice to skip rocks with the girl. I'm still not sure what the boy had in mind when he told her to throw the rock. Maybe someday if I meet him, I'll ask.
Suddenly, WHAM!
Was it God? What time is it? Where am I? WHAT am I?
Apparently, The girl I had met tried to launch the biggest rock ever into the incoming tide, only to be stopped by the back of my head.
Nothing like getting the most gut-wrenching pain ever conceived while minding my own business. What the Hell did I do to deserve that?
How does one displace all the feelings involved in that situation without destroying the person who threw the stone? (she was pretty cute).
I could blame the girl. After all she threw the damn thing.
I could blame the stone. That stupid stone knew she'd be there to throw it.
I could blame the guy pouring into the sand casts - that's why I stopped in the first place.
I could blame me. I don't deserve to be blamed, I didn't deserve to be hit, but that way nobody else gets hurt.
Maybe the boy that was with the girl should go down. After all, he gave her the idea to pick up the rock and throw it at the sunset to begin with.
As it turned out, I ended up going into my cabin. I put ice on my head, and took a couple of aspirin. My relationship with the girl changed. I just met the boy, so I could easily be mad at him. All I knew was that I was hurt bad. I would endure the pain & that memory for a over a year, and a chip taken out of the back of my head to serve as a reminder the rest of my life.
All I wanted was a plaster starfish. And it would have been nice to skip rocks with the girl. I'm still not sure what the boy had in mind when he told her to throw the rock. Maybe someday if I meet him, I'll ask.