posted on Aug, 27 2007 @ 07:24 PM
Besides liking wee baby ducklings, my name started out actually a longgggggggggg time ago.
I was 7 years old, living up in Labrador in the early 70's, and a bunch of the neighborhood kids wanted to play hide 'n seek in the woods.
Someone was chosen to be 'it' and the rest of us raced off to hide.
I ran so far, and happened upon some old farming machinery.
This puppy was pretty new, and I chose to hide in it.
I don't know how I squeezed in, but did. Was pretty pleased with myself, thinking they won't ever find me here.
I didn't hear anyone for a long time, and thought mabey they all buggered off home.
As I was about to get out of the contraption, I hesitated for a longggg time. I was actually afraid to get out! Don't know why.
When I Finally thought I had the nerve, and started to move out, I distinctively heard the words yelled close up in my right ear: "Angie, DUCK!!!!
I yanked my head back so fast, and no sooner had done that when the 'blade' on the front of the tractor came down so fast.
My head was supposed to be where the blade fell into the ground.
I thank my (guardian angel?) that I listened to that voice or I wouldn't be sitting here typing to you all right now.
Hence the Angel in my avatar...assisting the world.