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Sunday, September 02, 2007

Nostomania


'I wouldn't if I were you.'

'You're not, Mom.'

'That's what I said. If I were you.'

'I wouldn't do what you do, either. You don't do anything except wait for life.'

'There's a difference between using sense and jumping off that bridge with a rubber band on your skinny ankle.'

'Jeez. It's a bungee cord.'

'Doesn't matter what you call it, Son. It's not enough to keep you from disaster.'

'I haven't decided for sure, but the other guys are pretty much committed. I'll think about it.'

Their last conversation echoed through every night. Someday, she'd jump. But not today.



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6 comments:

Tammy said...

Yikes! You are a braver woman than I. You can live a great life without jumping. ;)

Crafty Green Poet said...

Very convincing dialogue, some risk is essential in life if we're to discover our true potential but bungee jumping for most of us is a risk too far

Pacian said...

I'm not jumping till I finish knitting this parachute.

And I've got to read this book before I do that.

But then I'll jump. If I'm in the right mood.

Gill said...

Just the thought of bungee jumping gives me the creeps and my daughter is SO keen to do it!!

Jennifer said...

I wouldn't do it either! I'd be afraid that would be the end of me!

gautami tripathy said...

I want to do it!