C'est moi, at about 4 0r 5. The back story is this. We were at the beach with a small fire for cooking hotdogs, and I was gathering small pieces of wood for the fire, and adding them as needed. One piece had a waxy substance on it, and shortly after I threw it in, KABLOOM! My best guess is that fishermen at that time used dynamite to scare away seals , this one failed to blow and washed up on the beach. It was later estimated it was a half stick.I have NO idea why I was smiling at this point.
Ouch! Really?
ReplyDeleteOnce in girl scouts we were roasting marshmallows over a fire. Sharon Adams' caught on on fire so she jerked it out real quick.
It flew off her stick and landed on my hand. I stood there and watched flaming marshmallow burn into my skin. Then I screamed like a banchee.
Clearly marshmellows should be banned from the combination of children and campfires. You're lucky to be alive! ;)
ReplyDeleteI hope that is somewhere on your resume--"I survived a half stick of dynamite. And. Smiled." Surely puts you up there with the Bond Boys...James Bond:>)
ReplyDeleteThat beats, "I was dropped on my head as a child".
ReplyDeleteWell that was a close call.
ReplyDeleteI could've used it in a resume to play Wile E Coyote!
ReplyDelete(And if I knew how I'd friend you on Facebook)