Thursday, March 12, 2015

March 12: Writing Prompt #71-Erasure

You have the choice to erase one incident from your past, as though it never happened. What would you erase and why?
Wow, this is a tough one.  There are a couple of things that come to mind, but I do still have a little bit of a line I am not comfortable crossing yet , even though one of my goals this year is to try and be more transparent and open about myself and my life through this blog. I want to be able to put myself all out there, sort of like a “the truth will set you free” type of deal, but I haven’t quite made it to that age where I really don’t care at all what anyone thinks of me. Even though there’s a big part of me that wishes to erase certain missteps in my life, I also realize that these mistakes have made me a more forgiving, humble, and sympathetic person because I can understand where people are coming from in the same or similar situations and right or wrong, not judge them for it because it’s not my place to do it anyway, and I know I’m capable of making the same mistakes.   Regrets and mistakes are part of life, and as I’ve written before, the most important part is taking those mistakes and learning from them, which thankfully, I have been able to do. 
So, I am a little reluctant to share some of my more adult mistakes, but I can share about an incident when I was a young girl at my best friend’s house that I wish I could take back.  My childhood friend, Aimee, and I basically lived at each other’s homes when we were young. Her parents were like second parents to me.  Aimee had a beautiful brick patio and pool in her backyard.  We were in it all summer long and as often as possible. One evening we were all outside by the pool  (not in our swimsuits if I remember correctly, but in our regular clothes), and we were playing around. Suddenly, Aimee’s dad pushed me in the pool with a big smile on his face, just kidding around.  I was so shocked by it that when I got out of the pool, I screamed “I hate you!” at him. Right after I said it, I instantly regretted it. The look on his face was full of hurt and surprise. I didn’t mean it at all. I was just so taken aback, and that’s what came out. I never apologized (that I remember), and it was never spoken of again. Her dad always treated me kindly and did not treat me any differently after that incident, but I will forever feel bad about my unkind words towards him. 

The one other incident I remember as a child is the first time I lied to my mom. I had drawn a nice picture of a horse using a horse stencil that I put in the end table drawer by the couch in our den. When I showed it to my mom, she was so impressed and asked if I had drawn it all by hand, and I said, “yes.” She was so proud, I didn’t want to tell her it was a stencil, but unfortunately for me, she found the stencil later and was upset with me that I lied to her (rightfully so).  Having my own children now and working with children every day, I realize that if I had just told her the truth she still would have been impressed with my drawing and much prouder of me for being truthful in the first place.  What incident would you take back, if any?

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