I Remember Being Covered in Bugs…

I Remember Being Covered in Bugs

As a child, I loved to learn and explore. One of my favorite things to do was go digging in the dirt, wading in the swamps, and climbing through the trees looking for bugs or anything creepy crawly. I especially liked doodle bugs (aka rollie pollies), caterpillars, grasshoppers, worms and butterflies. Fear of bugs was not an issue, though with age I’m not as ecstatic about having one of these creatures crawling on me without prior knowledge. All of

God’s creations have always fascinated me, especially how they work together to survive and the different mechanisms that evolved so these creatures could survive in their own elements (ie a grasshoppers amazing ability to hop super long distances in comparison to it’s size, a doodle bugs ability to roll into a tiny ball of protection, a caterpillars ability to consume unbelievable amounts of food just so it can turn into a beautiful butterfly.)

I still revel in this fascination to this day. I found a huge slug on the sidewalk a few months ago and was absolutely floored by it’s size (it could easily cover the entire palm of my hand) and gooeyness, i couldn’t help but stop to observe it and then proceed to poke it gently with a stick. It’s funny how now, I can’t imagine picking up a slug with my bare hands, but as a child I wouldn’t of missed out on the opportunity…

I Remember the Worst Day of My Life…


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In kindergarten, we had cubby holes where we would put our school supplies. One morning, while emptying out my book bag, I realized I had forgotten my crayon box. I got a huge sinking feeling in my stomach. I wondered, “How am I ever going to get through the day without my crayons?”

Needless to say, I started to cry. 

The teacher ran over and asked if I was okay. I simply said, “My stomach hurts.”

She quickly got the front office to call my mom. A little while later I was in my own bed, waiting for my mom to bring me some soup for my aching tummy, which was no longer aching. As she fed me my soup, she asked “Are you feeling better?” I nodded my head as I told her how I had forgotten my crayons. With a look of understanding in her eyes, she asked, “Is that why you started crying?” 

I replied, “No.”

If she could only understand the feeling of helplessness I had the moment I realized my crayons were no where to be found, the way my stomach turned at the thought of a day without them, then she would understand that the stomach ache was real. 

My mom proceeded to feed me my soup and said “You know, next time you forget your crayons, you can just ask your teacher if you can share with someone.” The thought had never crossed my mind, if only I had known sooner 🙂