Return of Memoryfest - Day 3/31
Jan. 2nd, 2007 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bironicFirst couple of differences between this year's project and last year's:
- More comments. I love it and I will do my best to keep up with everyone.
- Slow showing for RL friends and acquaintances. So far there are only two of you. This makes me sad.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kabale? catilinarian? Both Michelles? Accio and Patronus people? I miss you guys. Serves me right for posting about House all the time; I've scared you off.
Anyway, on to tonight's.
3. High School
Our family was cleaning out the basement one night, and I'd gone upstairs and out the back door to take out a bag of trash. When I got to the gate of the fence that separates our backyard from the driveway, I thought I heard a noise, like a clinking. I paused, but whatever it was, if it had been anything, had gone quiet. On alert, I opened the gate and stepped towards the garbage cans. Another clink and suddenly there was movement to my left and with a jolt in my chest I turned and saw that it was a dog in the darkness. Its collar was making the noise. Frozen, heart pounding, thinking of stories of animal attacks despite knowing it was ridiculous because I thought I recognized the dog as a neighbor's, I waited to see what it would do. It trotted off across the lawn.
I put away the trash and went back inside, still hyper-vigilant from the scare. It was as I crossed the kitchen on my way back to the basement that I noticed my hands were shaking. I couldn't stop them. Strangely embarrassed, I waited till the shaking lessened and then went downstairs.
When I write someone experiencing an adrenaline surge, I go back to that night, to the shock of suppressed panic and the shaking that wouldn't be controlled.
About the Memoryfest
- More comments. I love it and I will do my best to keep up with everyone.
- Slow showing for RL friends and acquaintances. So far there are only two of you. This makes me sad.
kabale? catilinarian? Both Michelles? Accio and Patronus people? I miss you guys. Anyway, on to tonight's.
3. High School
Our family was cleaning out the basement one night, and I'd gone upstairs and out the back door to take out a bag of trash. When I got to the gate of the fence that separates our backyard from the driveway, I thought I heard a noise, like a clinking. I paused, but whatever it was, if it had been anything, had gone quiet. On alert, I opened the gate and stepped towards the garbage cans. Another clink and suddenly there was movement to my left and with a jolt in my chest I turned and saw that it was a dog in the darkness. Its collar was making the noise. Frozen, heart pounding, thinking of stories of animal attacks despite knowing it was ridiculous because I thought I recognized the dog as a neighbor's, I waited to see what it would do. It trotted off across the lawn.
I put away the trash and went back inside, still hyper-vigilant from the scare. It was as I crossed the kitchen on my way back to the basement that I noticed my hands were shaking. I couldn't stop them. Strangely embarrassed, I waited till the shaking lessened and then went downstairs.
When I write someone experiencing an adrenaline surge, I go back to that night, to the shock of suppressed panic and the shaking that wouldn't be controlled.
About the Memoryfest
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Date: Jan. 3rd, 2007 08:52 pm (UTC)So the attitude towards sex was quite different than in the US/Canada. I think it was telling that I'd never seen a condom billboard ad until I went to Jamaica.