Wednesday, December 8, 2010

One Word

So you are walking down the street and you happen to hear a snippet of someone else’s conversation. Maybe it is just a word. But that word get’s you thinking.

Do you have a specific memory that you think of when you hear just one little word?

Whenever I hear the word hard-working I immediately think of my dad. My dad is constantly doing things. When he is not working overseas he is here at home where he is a volunteer fireman or a first aid instructor. He just likes to keep busy. He is constantly fixing things around the house and playing with computers.

I hear the word llama, as random as it sounds, and I think of my best friend. Joking around, she wrote a play and used me for a character. My character in this play was obsessed with llamas. So it was only fitting that I made her an I HEART LLAMAS shirt and drew a huge llama on the back of it for her birthday. Needless to say her expression when she opened her gift. It was definitely one of my more humorous gifts.

When I hear the word goofball, I can immediately picture my friend Kyle. I grew up with him and he is pretty much the little brother that I never really wanted but got anyway. I’m just kidding but he is like a brother to me. He is always goofing off and trying to cause trouble with me. He also picks on me, but I can’t help but life because he normally is hilarious. For example, he was a zombie for Halloween and had a mask and wig with his costume. He threw the hair over his face and started walking into walls saying, “Hi, I’m Colleen.” I almost fell over because I was laughing so hard, he depicted me so well.

Rose, as simple as it sounds, makes me think of my favorite aunt, Aunt Bug. I know that I can always turn to my aunt for anything. When I was making my confirmation, I chose Aunt Bug. At the time she was going through the R.C.I.A. program to become Catholic herself. That year we both worked together on all out religion products and wound up both choosing “Rose” for our confirmation name. To this day, roses remain one of my favorite flowers.

These little worlds may seem insignificant in someone else’s conversation but for us they could be something totally different. One world can make us think of something so far away that we might not have thought about before.

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