Stick Man and the Bug
It happened quite a long time ago. around 20 years to be exact. It was a very interesting part of my summer vacation. A part that I will not soon forget.
I think it was around July 4th. The summer was really hot, all the holiday picnics were in full swing on my block. The smell of grilled burgers and hot dogs was penetrating the nostrils of every person within a mile radius. Boy was it an awesome aroma. Made your mouth water and your stomach rumble. Sorry, I'm getting off track here.
I was tired of the usual cheek pinching that was going on with all my older female relatives, so i decided to grab my bike and take off for a ride.
Boy was it hot. I'm not sure how far i got before i had to stop and rest. I found the perfect spot - in the shade under an old maple tree. Ahhhhh. Peace and quiet. No more cheek pinching. Just me and the tree. It was wonderful. I told myself that i was just going to lay down in the grass for a minute...........
"Hey. Hey boy! Wake up!" I opened my eyes and wasnt quite sure what i was looking at. "Boy - where did you come from?" I was asked.
"um. my house?" I responded, quite confused.
I was starting to wake up a little more. It was unusual, but i was talking to.... well, to a stick.
"What do you call yourself boy?" "he" asked
"Ben" I replied
"Well Ben - please come with me."
I got up and followed, reluctantly i might add. He was a stick alright. But a stick-man. You know, like the ones you draw on a piece of paper. Everyone was a stick that i saw. Now i KNOW that i was dreaming. It was still a little scary, but interesting at the same time.
I think it was around July 4th. The summer was really hot, all the holiday picnics were in full swing on my block. The smell of grilled burgers and hot dogs was penetrating the nostrils of every person within a mile radius. Boy was it an awesome aroma. Made your mouth water and your stomach rumble. Sorry, I'm getting off track here.
I was tired of the usual cheek pinching that was going on with all my older female relatives, so i decided to grab my bike and take off for a ride.
Boy was it hot. I'm not sure how far i got before i had to stop and rest. I found the perfect spot - in the shade under an old maple tree. Ahhhhh. Peace and quiet. No more cheek pinching. Just me and the tree. It was wonderful. I told myself that i was just going to lay down in the grass for a minute...........
"Hey. Hey boy! Wake up!" I opened my eyes and wasnt quite sure what i was looking at. "Boy - where did you come from?" I was asked.
"um. my house?" I responded, quite confused.
I was starting to wake up a little more. It was unusual, but i was talking to.... well, to a stick.
"What do you call yourself boy?" "he" asked
"Ben" I replied
"Well Ben - please come with me."
I got up and followed, reluctantly i might add. He was a stick alright. But a stick-man. You know, like the ones you draw on a piece of paper. Everyone was a stick that i saw. Now i KNOW that i was dreaming. It was still a little scary, but interesting at the same time.
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