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Joanne Hesselink's avatar

I love this story and understand why your mother was so upset. I would have been too if one of my kids did the same thing. You were born to be a musician for sure! "Keep the Flame Alive"

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Sherri's avatar

This story is so vivid to me. I love the important part, your overall message, of course. But what is SO vivid is my First Communion party! I had the same multi generational, multi relational party (of 250 people) and a live band. My party did not, however, involve hammers. What I do recall, is multiple people asking me to dance, and I (at the wise age of 8 or 9) dancing with them, many I did not know. One teenage boy with a very wicked case of acne asked me to dance, and, for whatever reason, the facial redness, lesions and scarring frightened me. I ran off. And subsequently got chastised, but thankfully not in public. Of course, now I regret this. But the memory is a clear as can be. Keep up the wonderful stories and thank you!

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Rebekkah's avatar

What a story!

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Grady Ormsby's avatar

Great story! Your mom's story parallels mine. My story includes Bob Dylan, Ray Charles, and B.B. King.

By the way, in reference to the first paragraph, Grace has nothing to do with fear, at all, ever.

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Eugene's avatar

This was a good one. Spook. I did not realize you were old enough to have watched the Beatles debut in February 1964. I was 8, but was banished to my second floor bedroom to prevent me from watching it. It was a disasterous turning point in my life, from that night forward I was trapped behind enemy lines

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