At the time I was 19 could’ve been 18 we went on a road trip from Kitchener Ontario to Kingston Mosport500. That was a long time ago.
My boyfriend and I left on a motorcycle his brother and wife went in a Camaro with the top down. We all had a great ride as for us, it rained pretty hard; the Camaro put its top up , at least the traffic was fine, everything was fine until a bee flew down my shirt. It’s not fine anymore. We parked the motorcycle I got off and started stripping, carefully not to get stung, and when I looked up, there was an old man so full of joy standing in the window with such a happy jolly face staring down at me, I had no time to be ashamed or embarrassed-petrified of being stung.
Now arriving at Mosport it was dark, we were wet, the car people were fine, and it was really late at night, we pitched the tent, we slept, yes in our wet clothes and woke to roaring sounds of the ring ding dinging of roaring motorcycles.
I work first and went out I was shocked but the scenery was too comical I had to giggle and laugh and I had to wake everybody up to come outside just to see where we pitched our tents.
Right in the middle of the practice field! We had to move of course. So we re-pitched the tent we made a campfire they put me in charge of the food. while we were doing our best to dry off.
Beans anyone? Yes, that’s what we brought, a can of beans loaf of bread whatever else but for breakfast everybody would like the beans on toast that the two men were British, beans on toast it was.
Now, don’t ask me how I did it, because I don’t know, but I cooked the beans, I toasted eight slices of bread, put the bread on plates. Now everybody had their plate, of beans toast and a spoon. Now everybody was so happy and I don’t know what happened next? But somehow, I dropped my plate of beans and it went in her long blonde hair, it went all over her husband’s clothes & someone on his face, it went into my man’s clothes and his long hair. . .Oh my, and I had ONE bean on my boot. I did my best not to laugh as she had herself bent over scraping beans out of her hair and tossing it to the ground and he was swiping off his self and pulling it out of his hair so was my man, and I was just standing there picking one bean off my boot.
It was a very good thing Mosport put on a great show so great even a news reporter was knocked out of a tree from a runaway bike that went up the tree knocking the guy and his camera out. Yup, it was a great time, and one I will never forget.
But of course there are two more incidents on two other road trips with the same people but that’s another story.
Do you have a favorite place you have visited? Where is it?
It was that time of year where I first learn about Halloween. I lived in CHIPMAN New Brunswick, at the time, and my guess would be that I must have been four-years of age.
It just so happened I was with my mother when my older sister came running in calling out, “the costumes are in, the costumes are in. Can I go to Mary Marsden’s and pick out a Halloween mask? Please mommy, please?”
Well now, I do not know what masks are, however, I do know what Mary Marsden’s is. The only General Store in town. She had lots of things in her store and often gave me a candy of some sorts.
Now here’s her, begging to go pick out a mask, and I pleaded out, “mommy can I go to?”
Instantly she yelled, “no. You can’t go with me! I’m going by myself. Mommy can I go and see if there is a mask that I like, please mommy?”
I did ask again and my mother did look down at me, where I was jumping up and down like a crazy baby kangaroo, pleading to go along to see what this mask thing was for a Halloween thing coming soon?
“No you can’t come with me. You can’t. You are too little. I’m going by myself. Mother no.”
Well, the crazy jumping baby kangaroo got the best of things, where mother finally spoke.
“You can go look at the masks and see which one you would like to have, if you take Connie. But. You have to hold her hand.”
Well now, if her eyes could have squinted any tighter they would have been closed. But she begrudgingly said, “okay,” where mother repeated once again, “don’t you dare let go of her hand.” —“I won’t.” —“Promise?” —“I promise.”
So off we went. All the way to the store. Up the short road which was more or less a stones throw for a big person, but for us, probably a minute before reaching the big road that came from our left, and out from under a high railroad track up in the sky that came across the Great Lake.
She held my hand all the way to the road, across the road to Marsden’s, where she let go running up the greying wooden dusty steps and inside. Wham! The big screen door slammed shut.
Yes she left me out on the step. Then once I was in, 🤩! WOW, I loved it in there. And there was Marry, standing behind her counter watching down at me, and me looking way up at her. “What’s a mask? Where did Penny go?”
The store was filled with long stretching racks of plastic holding something on hangers, something I have never seen before, taking up practically the whole store? I couldn’t see Penny if I wanted to, and I wanted to.
Miss Marry pointed as she spoke, “Penny is over there, looking at costumes for Halloween. A mask is something hiding your face when you put the costume on to go trick or treating.”
What ever Marry said, blew over my head like a wind storm. At this point of my little life, I have never heard of this Halloween. So, I found Penny asking, where upon she told me to look by myself, and she was going over there, and off she went, leaving me once again. Only this time, inside the store, standing in the middle of a line of these costumes hanging in plastic bags on hangers.
What next, came as a confused surprise as I pushed apart between the hangers only to witness a very scary up-side down face staring at me, and another, and another and another, until being alerted to Penny’s voice yelling out in great admiration, “I found one! I’m going to tell mommy!” Then the hammer of that big old door slammed shut.
Awe! My heart jumped realizing she left me alone in the store with strangers!!! I went and pushed that old door opened and stepped out on to the platform. She was already across the big road. “Penny. Mommy said you have to hold my hand,”
Well now, she did look, I saw her look both ways and heard her yell, “RUN!”
Well I ran down those steps as fast as speedy Gonzalez, and out to the road.
I heard a massive BAM! Haven’t a clue what that was. But I can tell you it was quiet and dark. As the matter of fact, it was the most blackest of black there could ever be.
“Where am I. And how come I can’t see?” {This is a whole different story. A God thing happened.} But two and one half months later, my mother and her sister came to bring me home from the hospital.
Upon their, arrival, my aunt had bought me one bottle of orange crush and one Oh Henry chocolate bar. My eyes were bigger than my head at having a whole bottle of pop for myself.
Long story I know. But we are soon getting to the Bridge out of nowhere. okay, now I am home with a chocolate bar and a whole bottle of pop, where I only ever got half, a bottle or glass. I can not, tell you the excitement running through me having one whole bottle of pop, orange crush at that, for myself.
But when I got into the house all these kids came running out of nowhere at me asking for a bite of the bar, and a sip of my pop! Within seconds the bar was gone and me not even having a lick. As for the bottle of pop? There was only one sip left, 😲!
Well I took off running like nothing else matters, out the front door and Bam!!!
Well, while I lay in the hospital all that time they finished building the bridge. Nobody, thought to tell me about it.
I woke in the doctor’s car wrapped in a pink blanket in my mother’s arms.
After that I haven’t a clue. But because of that bridge out of nowhere, people would say, “there goes that little Taylor girl gets hit by car everyday.” Of course, I’d get mad, squint, and say, “not every day!”
The picture on my post, is the bridge, in NewBrunswick where I love to visit. My home town CHIPMAN. Only I ever got to go back for a funeral and then to visit my cousins. Everything was gone but that bridge. 😂
Oh bother, what kind of a question is that? dogs or Cats? You have to be an animal liker.
I do like animals but I like them where they are, although there is a dog here, she is part pit-bull. The other part is of something rather mild. No one knows what. She is a good dog, though she is not mine and will only listen if I carry a treat or just say the word. Treat?
I did have a cat once, but it was forced upon me, where I grew into loving it as a tiny kitten growing into a cat. A funny cat. She was hilarious and I do believe she knew it.
Sad to say Lucy the grey and white kitten had to live somewhere else when she became a cat. Someone living here became seriously allergic to her-the cat in her.
Right now this dog living here is great for protecting this place and the children in it. This is a good thing. As for cats, they tend to scratch up the furniture 🤨 not good. Even though they had a wonderful layered scratch thingamajig, it was not good enough for her. Say goodbye to the leather.
Do you lose track of time? I do, when I do certain things. I can guarantee hours, several hours have passed, like a trick is being played on me with something messing with the clocks. But no. The time reading on every clock in the house read the same with exceptions of a minute or two faster.
How is this possible that time slips away without a tiny hand tapping on my shoulder, “you-who, time to pee, or time to eat or time to give it a rest. It’s time to start supper or catch the bus. Hello?
But it all depends on the activities keeping me in this trance of time loop. Where there is nothing concerning time. What time? Time for what? Forget the time. I’m having a good time or I would spend no time.
Oh boy changing a room around has no bearings for time. Before I, know it, It’s getting dark out and I am close to finishing? When all along it did not seem that long a time. But in the end the whole room is washed and clean and changed. I got all the time in the world. Lol
Then the most silliest thing ever. Getting ready to leave the house for an event. I kill time. I cause time. I exploite time. Then I have to find time to straighten up the clutter I just created looking for the correct clothing just to walk out the door. There is no time left . . .RUN! “You missed the bus again.”
I can’t say cooking and dishes and tidying up, I’m fast at that. Possibably an expert by now, starting at the age of nine, no time wasted at all.
Okay, The master activitity killing any time given me is typing.
As you type as I type, time is not a factor or a reality. As the matter of fact it is the last thing on my mine or not at all. Before I know it, it is bedtime. LOL. Not all the time. But pretty darn close ot it.
AS YOU TYPE, do you lose your mind and all time? I do.
By now I am sure you guys know I am not the brightest candle in the room by my stories, answers or all that you read by me.
As of yet I Thought, everything I have done, doing my best launching my story, Phobia The Aftermath, while it tells me, “in 72 hours, blah blah blah.” Then the 72 hours pass and I still hear nothing, prompting me to tackle the process once more and still nothing!!!
I can not tell you how many times I swore, “I did it!” Or how many times I posted my story is out. lol. Yeah me and my big mouth.
Well finally I had @JamesHardiment come and tell me what exactly is the problem? Turns out the paper colour I chose was not available.
Well it is now. James fixed everything and now in this coming future I will be extremely grateful and excited and waiting to buy a copy.
So this 72 hours into the future will be fantastic for me. I can’t wait.
What could you let go of, for the sake of harmony?
Harmony is the other way around for me. I could never get rid of anything for the sake of happiness rather gain something, for the sake of happiness.
Everything I have I cherish right down to the jar of paint sitting on the floor, these are my prize possessions makes me happy to see it still sitting there.
Fly? Even the fly floating dead in my glass kettle puts a smile on my face I got to see it before I drank it. Tiny little fruit fly. He needed water. Well makes me happy he got all the water he needed, floating in the ocean of no return rather my face.
Let me tell you though. For absolute harmony it would be additions. I would need additions for absolute harmony.
I smile at everything in my life whether it’s pesky or that jar of paint on the floor.
I’m surrounded with love, complete harmony. My extended happiness would be addition. And addition to what you may ask, addition to my home a larger home. Space. We need space.
I was given the unexpected honour of taking care of four abandoned children, so the only thing to complete this sake of harmony clearly would be addition to this small home.
Yes, this addition, would be complete harmony.
Oh, but wait a minute . . .As she smiles.
I did however get rid of a husband finding complete harmony. Phew!!!
It seemed like I became blind one day and there after, believing I accidentally married my father? Uncle? Brother? My life was not my life anymore, I lived in fear wanting therapy. 
(Do this, do that,
you can’t do this, you can’t do that?
What do you mean friend? You don’t have friends!) Then things progressed to the bad.
Getting rid of an abusive Bully gave me great harmony. 
Well, being raised with eight other kids learning the difference between right and wrong was taught by leather belts, sticks, hands and knuckles, with rules never to be broken henceforth we were subject to authority.
Being raised up like this until the age where you are now to old to get hit, of course adding to that fact, the rules are set and the difference between right and wrong are inevitable enough you don’t step outside of the learning. But now for the people around you?
I was driving along when out of nowhere a Black Cat ran across the street in front of my vehicle. Of course this sent a shock wave through my body like someone dumped a massive tub of ice cold water on my hot head.
I did not kill the cat, I did not go off the road. But my face went from just being me to that of someone just jumping off a nail yelling no OUCH! But whispering, “awe a black cat.”
Then my mind spewed out superstitious quotes, “if a black cat walks in front of you, something bad will happen. If you walk under a ladder someone will get hurt. If you say Bloody-Mary three times in the mirror-she will get you and kill your friends.”
Then Still driving and thinking about that cat, my head followed this house at the end of the road. Well I could not help but to say, “That’s a stupid place to put a house. Anybody can drive off the road right into the living room or what ever it is.”
Then I thought a bit about the cat and thought, As if. No such thing. I continued onward to the store.
In the store I got what I needed paid, got back in my car and headed home.
Is it the end? NO On my way home lots of red lights and trucks and a police car or two? Were all outside that stupid home at the end of the street.
Did I do that? Was It The Superstitious thinking? Or was it that Black Cat on the road?
So am I superstitious? Na I walk under ladders SOMETIMES lol and the roads were icy that night, It was winter.
Oh yes, drop a fork a woman will visit, drop a knife a man will visit.
There is another saying but I can only remember the ending about kissing a fool. They are all old wives tales anyway or coincidences.
The question can be very easy if you have a preference, but if the mountains and the beach are both as enjoyable, as each other, the question becomes hard to answer.
Starting with the mountains they’re beautiful-they’re amazing to see, while standing in it’s silence wondering what is under it’s green blanket.
But what is the size of this mountain, is it a very short mountain is it a tall mountain? You know a bear climbed up the mountain to see what was on the other side, and on the other side of the mountain was-the other side of the mountain.
I have seen mountains from afar and wondered about climbing, then stopping to think, will there be mountain goats to butt me off, or mountains lions, bears? How far up will I get before I need to turn around and come down? Then, what lives in the mountains anyways, snakes, and spiders and little vicious creatures, that jump out at you scaring the wits out of you?
I prefer standing back and letting the beauty sink in. But mountains are a spectacular site and do they not call mountains actual volcanos anyway? (Just asking.)
No, I think let’s go to the water, let’s go to the beach, yeah the beach-the serenity while you float on your back. It’s a different kind of silent.
I love the beach as much as getting to see mountains, they both bring the same wonderments as they both are so far away from my home.
Beauty is, in the eye of the beholder and the beach & mountains are beautiful to my eyes.
It it quite joyous to see all the people sitting on towels or blankets, some under umbrellas, some just basking in the sun, picnic baskets, balls, children, running and laughing, and then the beauty of the water glistening under the sun, and the peaceful sound of the waves rushing in.
Aw the beach with it’s cool water climbing up my legs as I wade in up until my knees, causing yelps of chills on my naked skin.
I laugh, pausing to catch my breath, braving the cold to carry on to my shoulders. Believe me. This process takes me close to ten minutes before I am up to my neck in water.
But then. . .Aw yes, but then…SHARKS!
There are no sharks where I live, so they say. But! And this is a big but. I am a statistical person. Meaning, I don’t want to be on the statistical side of things to be dragged away by a shark where there’s not supposed to be sharks and believe me, the very idea-I lose my breath, and freak out and head back to shore, not swimming, running. I figure it’s more quiet.
😬 Bahahaha. I know. It was all just a simple question, but then factors jump in the way and they should be part of the answer.
So what do you prefer mountains or the beach? Oh the silence of it all.
What is something others do that sparks your admiration?
Achievements
Everybody anybody as long as they have tried and failed, and tried again finally achieving their goal. I have great admiration for them.
I actually have tears of joy. I wonder if it’s because my childhood or even my adulthood I didn’t get to achieve much of anything. I was too busy doing other things that or not given the opportunity to even try.
I mean, dirty, dancing for Pete sakes just because she was able to run and jump up into Patrick Swayze‘s arms. She achieved what she has been trying so hard to do, and I had great admiration for that, and I cried I’m a sucker for admiration and achievements.
It’s a Marvel, and a great wonder to witness somebody’s achievements., sending me waves of admiration, except for the fact that it always makes me cry tears of joy .
What technology would you be better off without, why?
Technology is becoming increasingly damaging to society in a way that we won’t need to think for ourselves.
Not sure about anyone but myself, about this Grammarly stuff and now this AI, nothing is real. There will be no need to think for ourselves. Nothing can be called original!!
I myself am way better off with out this nonsense, I prefer to think for myself, creating wonderful ideas, making this answer short and sweet.
What’s the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make? Why?
Sometimes decisions are not as hard as we think they are, or we make them out to be. I love you so much that’s what made it hard to leave thee.
You had so many girlfriends, you said I could never be your friend yet you married me, why?
Hmm, had known this, I would not have married you, but I loved you.
I loved you so very much, so it made it hard for me to run away-this the decision I made at the age of 23-made it hard for me, but you didn’t love me and like you said, you thought it was a good idea at the time.
Well now, that made the hard decision a little easier for me so I ran away, but still waited for you to come for me. You knew where I was.
So, picking favourites are we. A favourite season of all things. I’m quite sure many people have one best time of year in them, but not me. Why?
Let me tell you why I cannot choose pacific likeable season of the year.
Here we go, Winter. I love the snow so sparkly white, with a beautiful hue of glitter when the sun shines. It’s just so picturesque. it’s a glory to see. But then near the end it gets so dirty, not a pleasant picture to gander. But homes with their Christmas lights and decorative sights are wonderful to see.
Then spring hits. Yippee. Actually, 😤 ! Not only is the snow melting and the birds chirping, while shoots are popping out of the ground and buds appearing on branches-beautiful sights to see, the wind is damp and so cold. And this Spring is bouncy-rain, snow, warm, cold, back to rain, snow, and so on, right into June-hot, cold, rain, rain, damp cold rain! Stop it- I love planting vegetables and fruits in the spring, watching everything grow.
Then awe summer. No coats or boots, no hats or scarves, but heat! It’s nice to be finally warm and in light clothing. It rains but it’s warm. Summer, the children are home. No more getting up early to ready them and make so many lunches. We get to just walk out the door into the sunshine without boots, splash in the water and make mud-pies.
And then fall. It’s now a welcome for the cooler weather after all the heat pouring down on us. We get to harvest and watch the leaves 🍁 turn beautiful colours on the trees. Then laugh as we crunch down the street upon the fallen leaves 🍂 as we prepare for Halloween, so much fun carving pumpkins.
So as you can tell I can’t have a favourite season and you know why.
What are the most important things needed to live a good life?
Me: What kind of a friend helps a friend stay doped up?
Him: Hey man. That’s a good friend man. It’s important to have a good friend to help you through life man. And dope man, it’s important to have good dope man.
Plan ahead, make plans, plan today, plan tomorrow. Hmmm, what did you say? What is your career plan? What plan, follow the plans man.
I planned a party, invited my coworkers and school teachers, I bought prizes. I made seven games, I spent $350 on food. Two people came-my helpers. Plans, plans you say, career plans.
I planned on getting married and having children, seven of them. I planned on living happily ever after. Bahahaha. Two divorces and three children later, that plan. Flopped all over the place. Plans plans nothing at hand plans plans here I still stand .
I planned on being a writer. I’ve written several books. You know the books that are on paper on a shelf just sitting there by themselves. What happened to that plan? I’ll tell you what happened to that plan, my daughter and her children, four them-three years apart. Knock knock knocking on my door knock knock, knocking, wanting more knock knock knock. So flip flop flapping plans, what plans, I don’t make plans anymore!
Every time flop, flop flop. I wonder if it’s because I didn’t choose a “career” plan.
We will put this career planning in the same categories as goals-what the hell is a goal, what is your goal? Is your goal a career plan? Don’t forget to say career plan or it’s not gonna work; flop, flop, flop, flop, flop, flop. Want to plan on going to the store and then to the restaurant, no! Let’s just go shopping and then go eat no plans.
Say here’s a plan, what are you playing at with these plans, we all know plans and careers and goals are for the birds-the energized people, that’s it, you have to be a special kind of a person to be able to set a career plan and have a goal and reach it. And that’s the end. Yeah that’s my plan finish this question about: What is your career plan. Do you have one? No flopping now.
The End.
Force yourself to have the best day ever, planning a career plan.
What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.
To be quite honest, I hate being questioned.
But the one question I hate the most is,
“what’s your name?” Hmm. Yeah that. My name…what is my name? No one calls me my name so who do I call me?
I was given a name at birth, but no body uses it, they call me an Irish boy’s name or a fresh water fish name. And I don’t like the name, so when asked? I get dumb. So usually I reply, why?
Silly I know. But why do you want to know.
It all started as a child. I just had to practice being the best SPY in the world like the double o seven show, & 77 Sunset strip and The Saint. I for some reason had to be like them-but better.
Then in school-grade one, I could hear the teacher call out a name over and over and over. But I paid no never mind because it was not my name. Oh yes it was! Only I did not know it, as no one ever called me that. I ended up arguing with the teacher in front of the class 😳 then doing my best to remember the name to ask my mom if it was my name. <<<>>>this did not go over very well but it was, my name.
Well then there I was at eight-years of age learning my name. Which still no one called me. And to this day…I hate the question, “and what’s your name.” 🤷♀️ why?
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
The day I was born the frosted cold wind swirled its way around my mother like wrapping cotton candy around its cone, as she made her way to the outhouse close to ten feet from the house.
Quote: I thought I had to have a good shit. Unquote. But in its stead, I was born.
Quote: I took my clothes off and wrapped you up so you wouldn’t freeze to death.
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