You would have to have read yesterdays blog
To know where I am going with this today.
SO if you haven’t read yesterdays words,
go back,
I’ll wait…
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Our family was on vacation in Daytona Beach, Florida.
It happened to be my 3rd birthday…
My birthday has always fallen on the Canadian ‘March Break’.
We were staying at a Motel directly on the beach.
I remember the sounds.
Certain smells.
Specific details of the room.
I also have a few distinct memories.
Like Knocking over orange coral decoration
when I knelt down to look at something
in a gift shop.
The sound of it startling me as it smashed to pieces on the floor.
My parents being told the store rule
"You break it, You buy it".
But there is One specific memory that my brother and I talk about...
Early One morning…
While most of the Motel vacationers slept
We were walking to the beach
Along the ground floor Motel corridor
with our uncle.
Our uncle walked up ahead
I was walking quite a few paces behind him
My brother was dawdling even more distance behind me
He remembers the specific details of what had caught his eye and made him linger behind.
Midway up the corridor
A Motel Room Door Opened
And I was suddenly
in the arms of
friendly faced man
In that very same moment
My brother saw
Two Arms jut out from a door
These arms Swiftly and Mechanically
Lifted up his little sister
And then he couldn’t see her any longer
In that very same moment
My uncle must’ve gotten a ’sixth sense’
Or what I call our ‘First sense’
About something
Because according to my brother
He turned around
And said
“Where’s Jodi?!”
My brother pointed to the Closed Motel Room Door.
I remember being offered candy
From a BIG Bowl
That
Sat on the table
Near the end of the bed.
I remember an iguana or newt
Or some type of reptile
In the bath tub.
I mean, I can’t be certain of the type of reptile,
after all I was only 3 years old.
My brother says my uncle was immediately at the door.
It seems that he must’ve reacted too fast for the ‘friendly’ man
Because he opened the door right away.
My brother says
He can’t unseen that image.
He says it’s as if the motion that the man
used with his arms
was
Practiced over and over
Until it was meticulous.
He also says
That the scariest part,
well one of them anyway,
Is that at the far wall of that Motel Room
Was a patio door
That exited into the Parking lot.
My brother returned to Daytona for Spring Break
Many years later
And could find the Motel
Out of the hundreds
Just by the Feel alone.
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