Post by poseygilbert on Mar 22, 2014 17:44:06 GMT -6
Baby Magic
By: Posey Gilbert
Caveat:
Here is another story that I have posted else where but not here.
In Myth And Conjecture Lois said:
By: Posey Gilbert
Caveat:
Here is another story that I have posted else where but not here.
Lois you have again dragged me out of my personal X Files closet.
Once again your experiences has me at the deep precipice of
"They are going to think you're crazy or making up *bleep*"
So what am I too do but jump?
It's The Owean Way
In Myth And Conjecture Lois said:
Sorry but one more thing that has our family stumped . was my parents finding me outdoors at 3 AM several times with all doors locked and windows down when I was a child. Once I was out in the back yard at this hour. Sleep walking would be natural explanation but the locked doors is simply too strange. My Mother did not want to startle me so she whispered as she approached me from behind. She ask what I was doing. I remember I was looking up at the night sky. I told her "oh, I'm looking at the stars" but then when I looked down I was amazed to see where I actual was. I was only three or four year old. My sister who would come home late from a date would say to Mother and I heard her my self. " Mom I did lock the door and Lois was sound asleep" on the living room bed that unfolded from a couch. I had ten siblings so we sleep in the best fashion we could. Some tell stories of Aliens taking them through walls.
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Is there a time in all our lives that because we are so young and we have not yet been educated to the impossibilities of our realm that we can at times do things solely because we do not know they are impossible?Here are two stories that my parents tell that have always made me wonder and left me at a loss for an explanation other than the one implied by the question above.
My mother tells of the time when I was a toddler just learning to walk and she was at work in the kitchen and I was on the floor behind her.
My father was sitting out front on the stoop of 1404 Prospect Ave talking to his friends waiting for dinner to be prepared when suddenly the screaming of car tires brought him to his feet to see what was going on.
My mother inside heard the noise and flinched in dreaded anticipation of that awful thud or crash, as we all do when we hear this sound, but lucky it never came, and so she calmly returned her attention to her cooking.
Seconds later there came a thunderous pounding on the door and she rushed to answer it.
Unlocking the door she was shocked to see my father standing there holding me in his arms.
He had just gotten me out of the street were I had brought all the rush hour traffic to a stand still.
He was furious and accused her of not watching me, but was at a loss as to explain how I got through a locked front door, a foyer door, a front door, and pass him and his friends as they sat on the stairs of the stoop in front of the building.
Especially being that I was not really tall enough to reach the door knob much less the three locks above it.
Then a week later my father was sitting out front of the building with me between his legs and his arms about me.
He was talking to his friends again as he was waiting for dinner to be readied.
As he was talking he noticed an old man coming across the street toward him gasped and jumped to his feet, while his friends stood wide eyed, mouth opened, and aghast as the man handed me to my father and said,
"Does this young man belong to you?" he then went on to scold my father,
"You should really pay closer attention to your kid he was all the way across the street and on his way up the block."
Neither he nor any of his companions could explain how I had gotten across the street when only seconds before I was in his arms.
It was years later that as I was baby sitting my God children Hakim and Shanequa.
I was watching TV when I heard a shuffling noise and looked up to see Shanequa toddle around the corner.
Thinking the crib had collapsed and maybe Hakim was suffocating in the nursery I grabbed her up and raced into the bed room.
Hakim was asleep and the crib was fine, how Shanequa had gotten out of the crib I never found out but she would pull this little mystery many times and it was never discovered how she did it.