"Loved your stories about getting each one wherever you were stationed and you had so many. I only wanted to watch the doves fly. It wasn't an accident, I broke your sand dollar!"
On now to our weekend challenge. This weekend we are asking for a thirty-three word confession. You're free to write non-fiction or fiction or to blur the lines in between. We just encourage you to get creative and give us your best.
This was done for the Trifecta challenge above. I was probably around 4 or 5 years old and my grandmother had me with her visiting her brother who had been in the military. His children were grown. Huge house. Wonderful toys, such as a train set in the basement, and many other things he collected. One collection being sand dollars he collected at different places he was stationed. Him, his wife, and my grandmother were discussing religious purposes of sand dollars and how if cracked open, doves flew out. This was so cool to me but my granny wouldn't let me touch it and my uncle seemed a bit snobbish to me, so while they were in the other room, I decided to break one in half and watch the doves. I cracked it and sure enough 4 small white dove shapes came out, they did not fly, and then I realized I would get a whipping. So I tried to put it back together but the doves wouldn't fit right, I ended up breaking it worse and of course they appeared in the room. As I stood there red faced, I told them I had on accident knocked it off the table. Looking back, now that I have two children, I realize they all knew the truth anyway. He passed away before I ever told him how much this bothered me that I had lied to him. 3-25-2013