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[saaramyrene]

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I'm a zombie.

[anonymous]

One day, back when I was much younger, I was riding my bike down the street. I was enjoying this delicious piece of candy. My brother and I used to stop by this Mexican store sometimes after school and get these big jawbreakers. I was having a good old time riding around and feeding my sweet tooth. That is, until I hit a bump and the candy lodged in my throat.

I tried to cough it up to no avail. My fingers were too tiny to pry it out. I struggled to breathe but the candy was completely blocking my windpipe. I looked around for help. The entire street was vacant.

An incredible calm came over me. I was accepting the fact that I might have breathed my last breath. I uncontrollably collapsed from the absence of oxygen in my body. I tried to make it to the grass, but my knees buckled and I wound up in the gutter face down. I was dying.

I never thought this was how I would go out. I always pictured some kind of heroic death. I knew pro wrestling would have to be involved. Like when The Undertaker was buried by Yokozuna and died only to return for revenge! Please don’t let some 10¢ piece of candy be my maker!

It was too late. Everything faded out. All of my senses ceased.

Next there was an incredible jarring; my body was flung up from the street. My abdomen was being clutched firmly and squeezed repeatedly. Air was churning in my lungs looking for a way out. I remember no sound. The blurry vision of green and blue became grass and trees and the sky. The candy shot out of my mouth and into the grassy area that I had previously meant for a last place of rest. The sound rushed back like a shock of electricity. I was animate and screaming with terror. Like a new born.

I was in the arms of my mother.

She had, miraculously, seen me collapse from a window in our apartment that she happened to be passing just that moment. She, yet again, gave me life (and a juice box once I calmed down).

So I guess that means I’m back from the dead for vengeance. Man…I was a cool kid.

I'm a water-based zombie.

[anonymous]

When I was 3 our family went up to visit another by the bay somewhere. I remember wandering off to the end of the dock and watching four teens messing around in air rafts and innertubes about a quarter mile away. I watched them intensely for a minute and I saw the girl get pushed off her raft by a boy and I KNEW I had to save her. I jumped off of the dock to save the girl, and not knowing how to swim, I sank like a rock. I desperately tried to cling to one of the poles that I remember held up the dock, but I was starting to lose my sight. Just as soon as I hit the bottom, a huge arm grabbed me and pulled me up onto the dock. That arm was my fathers. My mother had seen me jump from the living room window.

Wow.

[anonymous]

What a coincidence! Moms are like...safety ninjas or something.