Fragments Of Me

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Reblogging this for anyone who may have missed it the first time around. This story is probably my favorite post of all.

Happy Friday to all.

The Lonely Author

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When we were young our lives consisted of questions.

The questions we needed answered. The hundreds of questions our parents and teachers asked.

But a ten year old was never meant to have all the answers.

My classmates attended the big party. Stupid me promised to dance with every girl. Boys stood on one side, girls on the other.

My friends taunted me. “Go dance.”

With wobbly knees and sweaty forehead, I tried to look cool.

Then I spotted Lisa Big Boobies Barelli. Oh my, she could fill up a B-cup like no other girl in school.

Ever since kindergarten when she first smiled at me, I knew the other girls didn’t compare. Lisa had all her teeth.

From across the room I admired her.

Who cares if she had rounder cheeks than the other girls?

Lisa had something the skinny girls didn’t have.

She had curves.

Deep breath…..I broke the…

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65 thoughts on “Fragments Of Me”

  5. Oh…my…goodness!!! This is absolutely adorable in every single way possible. Lisa was a cutie with all her teeth and ability to fill her B cup 😉 Good for her and nice of you to notice! I really love the ending where you said sometimes answering a question with a question is the best. I totally agree 🙂 Happy Friday Andrew, you made it and made it well my friend. 🙂

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  7. You know how the things you write and post…trigger me. I’ve looking at your picture for a while. This darling little boy with a smile on his face. But reading that smile, I don’t believe that smile is a comfortable smile. It almost seems…not forced…but maybe, obligatory. There seems to almost be a slight fear in those eyes.

    It occurred to me that there are no pictures of me smiling when I was a little girl.
    Even as an adult, there are very few pictures of a smiling me. Sigh.

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    1. Wow, what comments you left. I remember many forced smiles for photos. Don’t remember if this particular photo contains a false smile. Sorry, to hear you didn;t smile much. I hope the rest of your days are smiling since you got rid of Loser from your life.

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      1. It’s in your face. The fear shows because of the way your little eyebrows are positioned. You may not realize it because you were young, but you were afraid of something. And the “forced” smile also showed in your eyes.

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          1. As children, we bear the scars and the wounds show in our faces. Not many people see them. I dare say that nobody saw mine. I think they show now.
            I wonder if your lovely Allie sees the pain that inevitably escapes now and then. It’s still there, you know.

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    1. Sorry, Paul, I don’t participate in the accepting or giving of awards. I am so tied up with my writing and trying to market my work, I barely have time for my family. Thank you for thinking of me. I am honored that youthought I deserved this award. Thanks and be well.

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      1. Im aware of that, I just got 30 new people recently and I like to have newer people get to possibly meet some of us that they might not meet otherwise:)

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