Does this happen to other people? Most days I wake up with a phrase in my head. Often it’s complete and utter nonsense gibberish like, “Walking fish rarely fly.” (Yeah, no idea what that means…) But a few days ago, I woke up with the phrase, “Eight stories in eight days,” in my head. That one is somewhat clearer. I’ve decided to make it a reality here on my blog, sharing eight stories from my life or from my family over the course of eight days.

The story for day one is a sad story. It’s a small story, but it still pains me to the core somehow. It happened at Halloween, so I think of it every year around this time. It’s oddly one of those everyday childhood things that I’m sure everyone else in my family has long forgotten, but it has kept a solid grip on me.

I was about 10 years old, and my parents had been divorced for a year or so. My dad was living about 45 minutes away and would come to pick all five of us kids up for dinner one night a week. One week my dad took us to a pumpkin patch, we each picked out our own pumpkin, and we proudly took them back home with plans of making Jack’O’Lanterns. Pumpkin carving was a family activity every year, but this was probably the first year that we were doing it without dad.

Unfortunately, we made a bad calculation in buying the pumpkins. We bought them WAY ahead of Halloween, and by the time Halloween rolled around, the pumpkins were disgusting smelly rotting messes. I was so heartbroken, I didn’t want to tell my dad. He had done something so nice for us, and it had backfired. I don’t know if I ever told him that we weren’t able to carve our Jack’O’Lanterns; the pumpkins we picked out so carefully had to be thrown in the trash. It ate away at me, and I spent a lot of time crying over it.

To this day, nothing quite hurts me the same as seeing someone do something kind, and then seeing it go wrong in some way. It’s just one of the worst kinds of emotional hurt.

Sorry to start my series of eight stories on a downer. I don’t know what I’m going to write about tomorrow, but I promise it will be happier. 🙂