Being one of four boys in my family my mother was subjected to many OMG moments. One such moment was when I was five years old and my brother Mark was three. We were playing in our sandbox when Mark grabbed my bucket. That day we found out the Mark was a bleeder, after I hit him in the head with my shovel. Shortly after that incident they stopped making metal shovels and started manufacturing plastic ones. I think that was the first time I remember my mother saying, “OMG Michael what did you do!”
The next time I remember hearing those words were when my three brothers and I were playing in the back yard. On the farm where I grew-up there where large bamboo like weeds going in the fields around our house. We would cut them off and use them as swords and spears. They were light and just did not fly like a real spear. So, we in our infinite wisdom devised a plan to place a large nail in the end of the weed. Much to our amazement, it flew perfectly. One of two miss calculations was that while we did insert the sharp end of the nail in first the head of the nail did stick out in our mind only ever so slightly. The second ever so slight miss calculation was that any one of us had the ability to hit another in the head at a dead run. I unfortunately was the recipient of my brother’s one in a million throw. The nail’s head struck me just below the left eye on my cheek bone. While the blood was only oozing from the wound, I cupped my hand under the wound and then ran to my Mother and said, “MOM. Look.” My Mother responded saying, “OMG Michael, what happened.?” After the spanking I got from my father later that day it was the last time I tried to invoke that ever-infamous word OMG from my Mother.
My Mother and my brother Mark have since passed away, but my memories keep them alive to me.
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