Skip to main content

Six Sentence Story: Step

Have you written a Six Sentence Story yet?  It's a lot of fun!  This week's prompt:  Step.
If only the teacher would have seen her hand timidly rise when asked who wanted to play the raggedy Cinderella in the third grade class play! The only other hand that went up was that of her best friend, though, so rather than call out to alert the teacher that she wanted the part, she remained quiet and allowed her friend to claim the role.  The post-fairy godmother Cinderella was out of the question, of course, because she just wasn't that girly of a girl. None of the other roles seemed attractive, either, so she didn't volunteer for any of them.  As everyone had to participate, though, she got stuck with a part, and found herself resigned to having to dance with a boy!  One-two-three, One-two-three; the waltz required concentration, not to mention holding hands.  

photo ThankfulThought4_zps7d9599c2.jpg
Thanks for opportunities to step outside one's comfort zone.  

photo signature3_zps16be6bca.jpg


Pin It

Comments

  1. Dyanne @ I Want BacksiesJuly 29, 2015 at 10:19 PM

    Ohh, and you tried to raise your hand! And ick, dancing with a boy!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. KristiJuly 29, 2015 at 10:25 PM

      I did! The teacher just didn't see me. Yes, in third grade that was icky, but I survived. :-)

      Delete
  2. ladyleemanilaJuly 29, 2015 at 11:56 PM

    aww, sweet! childhood memories :) cheers, ladyleemanila x

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. KristiJuly 30, 2015 at 8:15 PM

      It's interesting to look back at childhood memories, isn't it?

      Delete
  3. Old EggJuly 30, 2015 at 12:18 AM

    Hopefully that first touch of another boy's hands showed you that even that awful experience wasn't so bad after all and a step towards maturity.

    ReplyDelete
  4. UnknownJuly 30, 2015 at 3:32 AM

    EWWWWW ICKY! BOYS! Remember those days? Well, obviously you do! I just saw five of the boys from my grammar school days... They were heading out together for a reunion of sorts that night...it was a weird cooincidence ! They asked me to join them but ick! BOYS! Not really, they did ask but I was on my way elsewhere! Great story... Sign of a good one is the memory is drawn up!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. KristiJuly 30, 2015 at 8:20 PM

      I've moved away from the area I grew up in, but am in touch with many of my grade school classmates via Facebook. I'd be curious how they remember this play!

      Delete
  5. AnonymousJuly 30, 2015 at 5:15 AM

    Brings back memories of my third grade play. Shyness. And yuck, boys.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. KristiJuly 30, 2015 at 8:22 PM

      Isn't it funny that we can remember things from grade school with the same feelings that we had then?

      Delete
  6. Tired TeacherJuly 30, 2015 at 9:56 AM

    Ahhh, the memories of elementary school that this post uncovered.

    ReplyDelete
  7. Pat BJuly 30, 2015 at 10:44 AM

    Was this a play that was performed just in your classroom? I'm just trying to recall seeing it. I can certainly feel your uneasiness with the whole situation, and can appreciate you ceding to a close friend. Had you known what the outcome would be, perhaps you would have waved your hand more vigorously.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. KristiJuly 30, 2015 at 8:25 PM

      I don't remember who the audience was, but I think it was only performed by my classroom. We performed it on the stage in the gym.

      Delete
  8. The Plagued ParentJuly 30, 2015 at 1:58 PM

    There was nothing worse than having to dance with the boys during gym class in elementary school! You must have been so dissapointed, yet it makes for a cute story!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. KristiJuly 30, 2015 at 8:29 PM

      At least I remember the steps to the waltz. I don't think I can say the same for the 4th grade Virginia Reel! :-)

      Delete
  9. UnknownJuly 30, 2015 at 4:47 PM

    What a sweet story!

    ReplyDelete
  10. UnknownJuly 30, 2015 at 4:50 PM

    Nice story, and describes the situation very well. Sometimes when you decide against doing something you end up with the short end of the stick! So, if you have to participate in something, it's better that you do the choosing instead of someone doing it for you.

    ReplyDelete
  11. Clark FarleyJuly 30, 2015 at 7:40 PM

    the 'what if' moment… it's kind of incredible what children bear up under on their way to becoming adults

    ReplyDelete
  12. ChristineJuly 30, 2015 at 8:09 PM

    Aw, poor little girl you. Boys were icky then, and now that I have 5 of them, I'm sticking with it. :)

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Conversations are so much nicer when more than one person does the talking. :-) Please leave a comment and let me know your thoughts; I'd love to hear from you!

Popular posts from this blog

Monday Mentions: Equate Crutches

Have you ever needed crutches? I hadn't, until a week ago.  I'm pretty sure I strained a muscle while running a half-marathon.  (That sounds kind of cool, doesn't it? I'm not actually that cool; the last time I strained a muscle it was from carrying too many shopping bags at once.) In any case, I found myself in need of some crutches. I sent my husband to the store to get some. Photo: A pair of crutches leans against a wall  Not that crutches are all that complex, but because I hadn't used any before, I wondered if I could figure out how to adjust them to fit me properly. I shouldn't have worried. John came home from Walmart with their generic store brand of crutches, complete with instructions. First, I needed to take out a long bolt that went through the hand grip. Then I needed to find my height range, push down two metal pieces, and slide the crutches until the little metal pieces came up in the hole near my height range. (Having two people for this...
4 comments
Read more

Ten Things of Thankful: Live from Oregon, part 2

stock photo of old computer monitor When I was 10 or 11, I remember sitting next to my dad in our living room and reading computer code to him as he entered it into an Apple computer. We would finish the exercise and he would hit enter (or was it "run"?) and wait expectantly for the green type to appear on the screen. If we were lucky, the whole conversation would occur. Most often, there would be an error either in my dictation of the code, or in the typing of the code. We would then go painstakingly back through the lines, character by character, to find and correct the error. After what seemed like hours (and might have been), we would succeed and the computer would finally run the entire program. It was magical! My dad designed and built an earth-sheltered, passive solar home decades before solar panels were commonplace. He also was on a 9-month waiting list for a Prius, when hybrids were not seen on every street.  While my dad is definitely on the cutting edge of technol...
5 comments
Read more

Ten Things of Thankful: Oregon Edition, Part 3

  A western bluebird, sitting at the base of a house window, looks inside Thanks (1) to those who have sent well-wishes for my mom's recovery. Her wrist is healing up nicely. I met a friend from high school for lunch this past week. It was so nice to have a chance to visit with her for a couple of hours. She is one of those friends who it doesn't matter how much time has passed, we can pick right back up into meaningful conversations. Lunch ended all too soon, but I'm so thankful (2) for her, and I'm thankful (3) that she reminded me of the importance of reaching out to others.  Being in my parents' home this week, visiting with a long-time (I'm not saying old!) friend, and with Mother's Day tomorrow, my mind naturally reflects upon the women in my life. I'm thankful (4) for an incredible mom--a gentle woman who taught and loved and guided us (and still does.) I'm thankful (5) for grandmas who were different in their personalities but united in their...
3 comments
Read more