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Early Lesson
Dec. 30th, 2004 10:03 pma non fiction drabble for the "falling" challenge at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Early Lesson
My mother was a child growing up with her child.
When I was three, she took me from the bath, wrapped me in a towel, and stood me on a flat surface while she reached for a brush. The surface was the short side of a twenty gallon fish tank, drying upended. I was a slight child, but my weight wasn’t nonexistent.
There was a shower of sparks, shards of reflective stars, and I slipped through the sharpness without a scratch. Panicked, she reached to pull me free.
All of her instincts were good. But, falling isn’t always the dangerous part.
great_write_way.Early Lesson
My mother was a child growing up with her child.
When I was three, she took me from the bath, wrapped me in a towel, and stood me on a flat surface while she reached for a brush. The surface was the short side of a twenty gallon fish tank, drying upended. I was a slight child, but my weight wasn’t nonexistent.
There was a shower of sparks, shards of reflective stars, and I slipped through the sharpness without a scratch. Panicked, she reached to pull me free.
All of her instincts were good. But, falling isn’t always the dangerous part.
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