Why did the chicken cross the road? Well, there are plenty of reasons.
But the question is more - why did I cross the road?
Because there was a chicken and I had a slight fear of chickens.
Yes. Ridiculous, but there is a perfectly good reason.
It stems from my childhood when we spent time at my uncle's home.
My uncle had a trampoline - you know, a big one - in the backyard.
You had to walk a little ways to get to it 'cause his backyard was a good size.
He also had chickens and a rooster. The rooster was a mean son of a - er - jerk.
Yeah, he was a very, very mean bird! Now this rooster would chase you.
Like really, really chase you. And you didn't want to be caught by him. Oh, no, you didn't.
He got a piece of my uncle's toe once.
All of us kids had a healthy dose of fear AND respect.
No one wants a sharp beak tearing your appendages.
One day when I was a girl, I ran to the trampoline. Woo!
Made it. Fingers, toes, legs and all are good.
Jump, jump . . more jumping . . Jump, jump - Okay, you get it.
Time to go back inside. I look left, look right, look down.
I don't see him. Let's do this. All I have to do is go.
I jump off the trampoline and I see him from the corner of my eye.
I run. I run like a crazy rooster is chasing me. He was fast and he almost caught me.
Luckily, there was an empty plastic kiddie pool. I leap over it and kick it back.
I see that he is stuck behind that pool. I never stopped running, though.
I didn't stop running or look back until I was shutting the sliding glass door behind me.
Then I just took a breath. I survived!
Now, that happened many years ago. Since then, I have learned more about these incredible creatures.
I've come to adore them. However, I will still walk lightly & watchful about them - Ha!
Share a random childhood story of your own in the comments. I would enjoy reading about it :)
With blessings & joy, yours truly . . . Corrinne Quinn
