Take a break, sit and muse. Remembering third grade when the monkey bars were a challenge. Fun then, fun now! For this I get paid!
Twittering Tales
Picture prompt – write story in 142 characters or less. This is 135 characters. https://katmyrman.com/2017/06/27/twittering-tale-37-27-june-2017/
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ABOUT ME
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
I agree with your title Oneta. To each his own! 😊 Great take on the prompt.
😀 I do know dare devils who would love this kind of job.
It takes someone special! 😉
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Good point. You know I hated the monkey bars. They were either wooden or metal. Wooden meant slivers, metal meant you could smell that terrible metal smell all day. Always loved he slides and swing 🙂 Thanks for sharing.
I’ve never heard that about metal before. I was never active enough to walk out to the monkey bars! 😀
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Thank you.