Start A Potluck Revolution
The Living Antiques

When I was a kid, about 3 years old, I got stitches in my lower lip. Although I have very vague memories of the incident, I know more about it from the stories I’ve heard. I was in a car accident and my tooth went through my lower lip. I’m told that I was fighting the doctors so hard that I had to be wrapped up in a sheet with just a small hole cut out over the injury in order to get the stitches in. I’ve often wondered if that explains my worsening claustrophobia.

I wasn’t in a car seat. I wasn’t sitting in the back seat. I was either sitting or standing in the middle of the front seat as I often did when traveling via car.

I was telling a co-worker recently about a bike I had when I was a kid that I had purchased at a neighborhood garage sale. The seat hit me at my armpits when I was standing next to it and it barely had any brakes. My feet could barely reach the peddles when I hopped up onto the seat and I had to jump off of it in order to stop. And, of course, I didn’t wear a helmet when riding.

Read the rest of this entry →

Living Antiques are our most precious natural resource. Here in the United States of America we often forget that. Other countries do a much better job.

This blog is dedicated to celebrating our Stone Soup Community members over fifty who have much to teach us.

If you would like to tell us your story, please contact us. We would love to share your story here!