Symposium: Normal  

wickedeasy 70F  
10693 posts
8/3/2017 2:03 pm
Symposium: Normal

When you’re growing up, it’s hard to tell if what you’re feeling is what everyone else is feeling or if it’s just particular to you, harder still to ask that question that might set you apart from the rest since it seems your very life depends on being part of the herd. By the time you reach about 10 the feelings are flying out of your skin, your head is so full it’s ready to pop off. You really could fly if only your body remembered how.

The feeling of things is forever etched in your soul from those days.

Walking home on a mid winter’s night with the cold so achingly deep that my breath hurt in my chest, I climbed the last hill to my house. A car pulled alongside of me, the window lowered and a man who could have been my father motioned for me to come closer. He smiled so I smiled. He said, could you help me? I nodded, shifting the bag of books to my other shoulder so I could lean in closer to hear his words.

He twisted, popped the button. “It’s cold, want to sit?” I shook my head no. He asked if I knew where Park Avenue was, the map he had on his lap shifted. I started to point, he was so close to where he needed to be. As I lifted my arm, he pulled it. The map fell to the floor. His pants were open. I stared, not moving. He pulled my arm, hard.

I could feel the warmth from the heater in the car wafting out the window on the side of my face as I stared. I smelled the mint of his breath. I heard my intake of air. I saw the cigarette butts in the ashtray. But oddly I did not hear or see Rosemarie. Rosemarie, who came up behind me, stuck her head in the window, screamed, pulled me back, hands tight around my belly until we fell to the ground.

Rosemarie, I’ve spoken of her here before. She who collected money for the church, she came to our house every week. She would stay and talk with my mom for a good hour each time. She knew everyone in our neighborhood. We all knew her.

The car disappeared itself as I stared at her. She was wiping snow off me with her hat, while she sang mary had a little lamb.

She walked me to home. She patted me gentle, gentle. The whole way. She was the one who told my mama while standing with her arms wrapped around me.

Later mama scrubbed me clean and new, fixed my scratches. Da and Rosemarie sat with the police. mama took my sister and me into bed. My sister fell asleep. I waited for Da. He pulled me up into his lap like a wee one. He said he was sorry for the ugly in the world, but it was there, nothing could change that. Just like nothing could change the good, like Rosemarie. I said, “the all say she isn’t normal Da. What is she?”

He shook his head a little, “tonight Mib, she was your angel and she fought that devil back to hell.” I don’t remember falling asleep but every time I woke up, Da was right there. I remember that.

Normal never seemed like it was something I had to be after that.

You cannot conceive the many without the one.

wickedeasy 70F  
32438 posts
8/3/2017 2:06 pm

i didn't put a picture with this.

couldn't for the life of me figure out what picture would make sense. if i had a picture of my little house, maybe that? it felt like "safe" that night but then so did Rosemarie. what a wonderful neighbor she was. .

You cannot conceive the many without the one.

HamburgDave2 76M
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8/3/2017 4:06 pm

She was indeed your Guardian Angel

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wickedeasy replies on 8/8/2017 2:05 pm:
that was back when your neighbors all knew each other.

KItkat1415 58F  
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8/3/2017 4:46 pm

Happy Symposium.
Yes, this story illustrates those moments, doesn't it, sis?

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wickedeasy replies on 8/8/2017 2:07 pm:
it was an odd moment for me. not so much afraid as just stunned. i think i would have been fine, actually. but Rosemarie was like a Goddess, sweeping in. i'd never seen her so animated.

sweet_VM 62F
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8/3/2017 6:26 pm

A great contribution to the symposium. No need to add a pic. The words clearly show a picture. She true was a beautiful angel hugs V

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wickedeasy replies on 8/8/2017 2:11 pm:
back then our little neighborhood was very close. we all knew each other so well. i'd always felt some slight uneasiness around Rosemarie before that night. odd how one doesn't really see the whole person.

azriel1970 49M  
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8/3/2017 7:58 pm

Your posts always move me in so many ways.

wickedeasy replies on 8/8/2017 2:12 pm:
you are so sweet for a god.............grins

author51 57F  
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8/4/2017 1:32 am

    Quoting sweet_VM:
    A great contribution to the symposium. No need to add a pic. The words clearly show a picture. She true was a beautiful angel hugs V
Yes the words tell it all and unfortunately to this day there are things like this happening.I am glad you had someone watching out for you my friend..

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wickedeasy replies on 8/8/2017 2:12 pm:
we don't have neighborhoods like that anymore...not really, do we?

pocogato12 68F  
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8/4/2017 2:55 am

Perfectly written, and perfectly normal. This needs no illustration! Thank You
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wickedeasy replies on 8/8/2017 2:14 pm:
thanks sweet lady. that was my first brush with danger. i'd always felt perfectly safe in my neighborhood before.

goodatpoetry2 70M
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8/4/2017 5:15 am

Yes, who we consider strange may just be an overly sweet person.
Sadly, in this world, that ISN'T very normal.

Wonderful story. . it shows us we have to look "deeper".

wickedeasy replies on 8/8/2017 2:17 pm:
indeed. children are still so subjective. the man looked normal. Rosemarie didn't. the man wasn't. She was. i don't think my parents had ever discussed stranger danger with us. now we talk about with kids when they're 3.

i wish i could go back and finish my life THEN. it was kinder, all told.

rick315875 62M
10375 posts
8/4/2017 6:47 am

A perfect example of what is not normal and should never be considered normal and what is not normal and should always be considered normal.

wickedeasy replies on 8/8/2017 2:18 pm:
well said.

effer2910 56M  
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8/4/2017 8:07 am

In their normal lives, many children are experiencing abnormal things, fortunately that sometimes somewhat bizarre people help them.Provided these people are very numerous and are the norm.

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wickedeasy replies on 8/8/2017 2:19 pm:
merci mon ami.

spunkycumfun 60M/65F  
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8/4/2017 8:47 am

That's one scary experience you had and thankfully Rosemarie was around to rescue you.
Normal doesn't matter now we're adults.

wickedeasy replies on 8/8/2017 2:20 pm:
lol. now i am so kinky that i doubt any parent would let me near their children if they knew. so.....shhhhhhhhhhhh.

i'm really quite nice.

Tmptrzz 57F
81899 posts
8/4/2017 5:52 pm

What a very scary thing that could of happened to you, thank god for Rosemarie, I am so glad she showed up to save you. Thank you so much for sharing this story with us, it was a great read..

Just your average every day run of the mill nana here!!!

wickedeasy replies on 8/8/2017 2:21 pm:
thanks love.

dbaley 67F
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8/5/2017 12:02 pm

I am sorry hunny for evil in the world, I was molested by my Grandfather on my Dad side !

tickles4us 58M
7196 posts
8/5/2017 11:27 pm

Fortunately, your Angel was there.

I wasn't much concerned about being normal. In fact, I was quite aware of being different. My problem was in assuming that people understood things the way I did or saw what I saw when they seldom did.

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wickedeasy replies on 8/8/2017 2:22 pm:
i don't think my parents were either. but as kids, it's a bit different, needing to fit in. when you get to that place where you find your tribe, it's all good.

ProfPlayful 56M
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8/8/2017 6:42 pm

That's a terrifying story and you told it quite well. Thank you for sharing it and for being such a great writer.

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wickedeasy replies on 8/9/2017 4:55 pm:
that's a generous comment. thank you

wickedeasy replies on 8/9/2017 4:58 pm:
i have to say, i had a very good childhood and felt inordinately safe. i didn't feel all that frightened by this until Rosemarie screamed. i knew what a penis was...i thought it odd more than anything else. it wasn't until it became "wrong" that i became aware of it being scary.

missthee 54F  
4237 posts
8/14/2017 6:59 am

Dare I say a horrible story beautifully told.
What happened to Rosemarie after that?

dbaley 67F
8434 posts
8/14/2017 2:35 pm

    Quoting dbaley:
    I am sorry hunny for evil in the world, I was molested by my Grandfather on my Dad side !
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