One of These Days

October

Prompt:October. Halloween. Autumn.

Has anything happen strange happen to you this month? Write about this in your Blog entry today.

This year? No. Busy and Chaotic? Yes. In general? Once, when I was a kid in middle school. I've always been pretty mature for my age. I always seemed to enjoy the conversation of adults over kids my own age. Not that I didn't also have friends my age, because I did. Though I didn't have super connections to kids my age, except for two neighbor girls I grew up with that I now consider to be my sisters. Anyway. I didn't have flights of fancy as they say even though I have always had a super creative mind and could easily think of ideas for stories. I was in 4th or 5th grade I think and it was Friday the 13th. I don't believe in that kind of stuff. I'll walk under a ladder and have a hoard of black cats (voids are my weakness), and toss a mirror on the ground. BUT, this Friday the 13th was a rainy and cold day and I was already frustrated because I thought I'd lost my house keys. I was home alone and this wasn't new, at this point after school I was for a couple of hours until my dad got home. I was on the stoop, putting my house keys in the knob when I felt something hit my shoulder and out of the corner of my eye it looked like a giant bug, like a beetle or something with a hard shell. It FREAKED me out. I jumped back off the small stoop and realized that it was the wooden handle of my dad's snow shovel. How it fell? I don't know. I just remember that everything felt so weird about the whole situation and realizing after that it was FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH and did that mean anything?? Made me question my whole life.

I was fine and once I was warm and comfy inside my house, I laughed at it. But it's funny how just one thing being off can just make you question your whole reality sometimes!