A Silly Story About Me

Merbear suggested me to write a silly story about me. You can make your suggestions on what you would like me to write about, in the comments section.

It is so difficult to recall anything right now when I have reclined against the bed to write. Otherwise, the past incidents whirl around my mind but I am quite blank right now. Okay, let me think.

Did I ever tell you of the time when I fell down a platform on the first day of my new school (I sneaked it into my poem yesterday)? It was nothing but the fact that I was lost in conversation with two of the guys and fell down just like that. We were walking along the edge. What would you expect?

Okay, now I remember one.

We had a free period twice a week when I was in 8th grade and we all friends would run to the school gardens where there were three swings. We always had a fight of who was going to use it first. We would set turns to enjoy it.

Let me describe the swing to you. It was those one-sitter ones with unsupported backs. They only have a small seat for you to sit on and you swing on your own, trying to get higher and higher by increasing the pace through a kick on the ground below.

Beware! These can be dangerous… (source)

That day I was swinging by the side of my friend who was enjoying on his own. There were the usual talks.

“Have you done your home work?”

“Have you ever tried to peer into the girls’ hostel?” (No, we never talked like that. We were the good guys.)

“That boy is such a bully. We must complain again to the principal.” (This came out to be one major incident of that year. He was about to be expelled but the class saved him at last)

And so on.

Somehow, my friend lost his balance and he fell down the swing, backwards. He was all right because he had landed on soft grass and the swing was not so high.

The silly thing that happened later on was that I also fell down just a few seconds after him, that too just like him backwards on the grass, with a thump on my back.

It was that in my diversion to look at him and then laughing at him for having fallen down, I lost my momentum as well. That is why I fell down.

We had a good laugh later on. It might not sound funny to you but it was damn so at that very moment because I had fallen down as if I was joined to him in a sort of invisible string. Moreover, it was indeed silly.

It is not so funny… but still a memory, which is returning to me repeatedly nowadays. 🙂

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