The Chair Without A Back

“Young people don’t always do what they’re told, but if they can pull it off and do something wonderful, sometimes they escape punishment. ”
―  Rick Riordan

All of us have stories from our childhoods; stories that contributed to the development of our characters or were simply an expression of that character as it developed. One of my most memorable stories involves a chair without a back.  It began with an ordindary dinner at the kitchen table and ended with a permanent memento of my desire to explore life from all angles.

I don’t recall what led me to stick my head through the horizontal rungs of my kitchen chair. I don’t know if I was simply trying to see what was on the other side, or if I was simply bored.  Neither can I remember actually sticking my head through the slats. However, I can clearly remember not being able to remove it.  Unable to free myself, I began to wiggle and scream. It wasn’t long before my dad came to the rescue. I CAN clearly remember the sound of the saw as it ate through the wooden slats just inches away from my neck.  That chair remained my personal “seat of honor” at the family dinner table, a testimony to the follies of childhood.

An assortment adventures which run from a series of  bee stings from constantly running barefoot in the clover, to a wasp sting from spitting at a wasp nest,  to getting bit on the nose by a snapping turtle that I tried to rub noses are topped of with being chased by an entire herd of dairy cows one Christmas season. An experience that left one shoe in the quicksand, and a slamming door flapping behind me while I cowered under my bed.  I am not certain whether these misadventures shaped me or were fashioned by me as a result of my insatiable curiosity, inability to follow rules and sheer stubbornness. Regardless, they are part of who I am today.

I would love to hear from you about the stories that have shaped your life, or which are an expression of who you are. Feel free to add to this discussion and let’s get to know each other.


“For in every adult there dwells the child that was, and in every child there lies the adult that will be.”
―  John Connolly, “The Book of Lost Things”  



2 thoughts on “The Chair Without A Back

  1. One fine day, Nancy’s 2 eldest grandchildren, were told to take a nap. They like the good, obedient children that they were took themselves upstairs to take the required nap ( required because mom, Me, needed a break.) After a little while i asked their father to check on them because it had been a little to easy to get them to nap. About a minute later I hear “Dee you need to come up here NOW!” I go upstairs to find that my lovely children had used the soil of a house plant to make mud paddies with. BUT that is not the best part of this story. Not only had they made mud paddies on my bed but used my books (most of hadn’t even been read yet) as a paddie press. Still better than that was the preschool cave drawings smeared across the bedroom walls. Did i mention that this mud was created using Colorado clay dirt? Well yep it was and NO AMOUNT of paint ever covered their artisitc expression. It took multiple carpet shampooing to get the residual brown stain out of the carpet. Needless to say i was livid. Although it is rather funny now in hindsight but at the time i couldn’t for the life of me figure out what possessed them to do such a thing. Fast forward to today as I read my mom’s current blog about childhood shaningans and the answer is evident!! Thanks Mom for letting that particular gene skip me and land squarely in your grandkids little heads.!!! WITH MUCH LOVE YOUR OLDEST CHILD Dee

    • LOL, too funny. I never heard that story before, and I am glad that you are grateful for the gene skipping a generation. However, their father isn’t exactly innocent either. I do believe they get part of that from that sources as well.

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