Carefree
hang time,
Spinning
360 degrees,
Snowboarding
bliss
one
moment,
Morphs
into
fractured bones,
flesh,
plaster.
Yet,
a
boy smiles big discovering
growth
plates aren’t closed!
6’2”
and beyond.
You’re
still our “Peanut”.
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This weekend's Trifextra challenge: As you'll recall
from your elementary science class days, the structure of the earth can be
divided most simply into three sections: core, mantle, crust. Here's a
diagram.
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Give us 33 words from it. Interpret the
prompt however you wish--literal, metaphorical, or somewhere in between. If
you would like to use the image on your own blog, you must properly credit it.
45 comments:
That holds a lot of truth! Good story.
Great writing. It wouldnt be fun if you didnt break something!
LAWD, we are going skiing and snowboarding next week. It always scares the crap outta me.
Thanks, joe. Boys!
19.5 years and its his first broken bone. Truly amazing considering him and his activity level. BUT if its not one thing, it's another with him!
He was with some buddies in Colorado so we got the call from the slopes. First time with a break after all these years. Have so much fun. I'd love to be going!
"You're still our Peanut."........abso-freakin-lutely! My Mom, who is 81, still calls me her "boy" and I am a lot older than 19, let me tell ya! You have a lot of "peanut" years left. Enjoy them all. :)
I don't have children of my own, but my sister has a sordid history of plaster-filled incidents. I love this.
My son skates, and had an epic wreck last year. I imagine he bounced, rather than crashed. I get this all too well.
Spectacular description of the accident. Quite poetic too! Nice one, as usual.
His nickname, Peanut, followed him to Indiana University where a lot of his childhood lake friends, as well as his sister, go. It's funny to meet new people there and they reference him, 6'2" and growing as, "Oh, you mean Peanut?" It's funny. And "Peanut" is a piece of work. He makes his presence known. Thanks for your comments, Tom!
This is his first. Actually, our first "family" cast including my 22 year old daughter. I'd have thought with both their sports, there would have been more but I knocked on a whole lot of wood as they were growing up.
Oh, no! How old is he? Well, I'll find out soon enough. Bouncing on ice is never fun so that's not a very comforting fault. We've been lucky. Funny thing is, he was on his own with friends in Colorado. We just got the call, although I took him today to be re-cast.
I don't know if I told you of this last week. It was a crazy call to receive. He took care of it all and he was/is perfectly fine with an orange cast. Thank goodness it's his left hand. Wouldn't want it interrupting his stellar study skills and school work ;-). Thanks, lumdog...as usual!
I'm glad he's okay - scary call, I'm sure! I'll knock on wood that my boys survive in tact with minimal help from plaster, pins, glue, or whatever else doctors need to use to hold them together :)
Peanut- that is funny. Glad to hear he is doing ok.
He'll be your 'Peanut' even when he's 6'5", right? Great use of real life for this prompt!
Yes,boys will be boys & without their whirlwind physical boisterousness,they will never really grow up:-)Glad to note that he is doing well-am sure he is enjoying the "newness" of it all,getting all his friends to write on the cast-classic graffiti,lol!I don't have any sons but my daughter did fracture her elbow(growth plate) when she was just 7-so I have some "experience";-)Loved this!
Hope he mends quickly! Love the peanut thing :)
definitely sounds all boy!
The phone call wasn't scary. We were just "what for blazing sakes now? You JUST got there." His body is like Gumby's that stretches and twists. In all his sports years, he's never had anything happen except wrestling is just pure wear and tear. You'll be fine ;-)
He was a big kid until about 3rd grade. Then he was little for years and only started growing when he was a senior in high school but he is young for his grade. Peanut started when he was about 7-8 and has stuck. Many if his close friends don't even think if him as Matt. It was hilarious hearing it at college...from girls!!!
The Doc yesterday confirmed. He's not close to being finished. Yikes! He guessed another 1-3 easily. NOW he says 6'5" is too tall and I said it is totally out of his hands. He will always be Peanut to about 30 friends and family for the rest if his life. Like it or not!
His cast is bright orange but I don't know if college kids sign them. He's going back to school today so when I see him in a few weeks, it'll probably be covered hopefully in an appropriate way. He is rambunctious for sure. Ya, the growth plate thing is tricky when they're small but he's older and tall so I wasn't too worried. Now if only I could keep weight on him. Damn, I suffer from the same problem! NOT!
He has gone through phases were hrs hated it but what to do? He is who he is and old habits Dir hard! He's fine.
Yes he is! Thanks for visiting!
Awwwww. Love this.
Thanks, Christie. They grow up so fast. Physically first and the mental part lags a little behind. So I call him now, my man-child. AND they're off for school in T-minus one hour. Ahhhhhh....the quiet returns!!!
I grew up in a family of 6 girls. Not a single broken bone to this day. They went on to have mostly girls. But one had a boy, who though not very tall, could fit the title of your poem - It's Always Something... nice work, Gina. I love 'peanut' to describe a 6'2" boy.
Whoa! That's a whole lotta girls! I never broke a bone in my life until this summer when I broke 3 at once (not good). Boys are feisty, IMO, or maybe it's just mine. Love him to death for his spunk but life with him is always a challenge. It is hilarious hearing his good friends, when they're just hanging around, addressing him as Peanut. He gets introduced as that at times and the nickname has gotten around. He even has YouTube videos out there of things he does and he is introduced on the video at Peanut F. Now he's worried he's going to end up 6'5" and to think three years ago he was 5'9".
there are times . . . when I am so glad . . . I had daughters. :)
This reads true, yes? Ahh boys. Perfect use of the prompt.
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I have a baby boy so this is what I have to look forward to! :)
ha! Just like a boy! (: Great little slice of life!
My daughter was an way child to raise. I firmly believe its the individual and not necessarily the gender. Talk to you soon ;-)
Ahh, children. So wonderfully exhausting, aren't they? Thanks for commenting, dl.
Yes you do but I will say its children. There's always "something" with each and every one of them. When one was fussing and the other started, I'd say "Only one of you can fuss at a time. Who's it going to be?" It was a "rule" that kinda stuck.
Sorta like a slice of dessert but sometimes it's not your favorite or you don't care for it. That's what this feels like to me. Not always fun and games at the moment but funny-ish looking back.
Ouch--Nice, if painful, read.
Oh I like this Gina. Growing Boy Planet Peanut!! :D
I bet it did hurt. Didn't keep him off the slopes, though. Thanks, Kelly!
Thanks, Linda. Planet Peanut is so appropriate. He certainly lives there.
A delightful little vignette--probably not so much for the worried mama, though. Once a peanut, always a peanut!
Thank you, Sandra. I wasn't worried. He's a big boy but everything is a bit of a hassle with him. A very tall Peanut!
Yikes, scary! Nice to know that - aside from the broken bones - his core wasn't shaken. :)
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