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Friday, October 12, 2007

Scenes from Childhood: Stepping Stones, Skipping Stones

Kids lined up for a picture are often arranged as stepping stones, from the shortest to the tallest (or the other way around, depending on your point of view).

 

Skipping stones are something else. They're flat and thinnish, and the right people can skim them over a body of still water. Standing on the shore, some talented people can deliver a flat stone with a practiced sidearm throw and that stone will skip on the surface of the water once, twice—even ten times or more!

 

I can't do that at all, and I wish I could. If I could do that and could also do two kinds of whistling, I'd die happy. I want to be able to do the two-fingers-in-the-mouth shrill whistle that will tell the Gryphon Trio or the St. Lawrence String Quartet how much I love them—AND I want to be able to whistle a Sousa march with verve, panache, and a few trills of the piccolo part.

 

Copyright 2007 Ann Tudor
www.anntudor.ca

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