Episode 5
Hammerheads
Often times, it is customary to change the name of
participants in a story to protect the innocent. In this particular incident
there was certainly no innocence involved. However, to keep with the custom I
will change the name of the other party in this case.
I was playing with my cousin Matt Looper behind their
house when they lived on 15 block Angus. It was a warm summer morning. We were
playing in the lane and for some reason we had hammers. Obviously, we were
pretending we were carpenters. We had tried working with wood and nails before
but our fingers had not faired well so it was just hammers this day. We were
adjusting telephone poles. We had straightened out half a dozen of them when we
discovered a garage wall that had been used as target practice with what looked
to be eggs. The fascinating thing was, upon closer examination, it appeared that
a large group of flies were having breakfast of egg omelettes. We didn't
particularly like flies, so we decided to swat ourselves a few. Of course, we
didn't have any fly swatters with us but...we did have those hammers. You'll
have to cut us some slack here, hammer heads are not that big, add to that, the
fact that we're just little kids wielding oversized tools and, not only that,
those little flies are really fast. Frustration set in quite early in our quest
to get at least one fly, but our determination grew. I was focusing on one fly,
he looked a bit sluggish, maybe he had over eaten, I was just about to nail
him...and... someone turned off the sun. When I woke I could taste the dirt on
my lips, from the tire track my face was laying in. My favourite cousin had
thought he could get the fly that was struggling to free itself from my hair,
back when I still had some. He gave it his best shot. Can I blame him, would I
have done the same, I hope not. In his defence, he showed me the fly that was
squashed on the end of his hammer, I'm pretty certain it was all my DNA. I still
have a bald spot on my head where I was hit.
Have a great day
Loved
