"On his head he had hair as hard as a copper wire, and with this wire his life was bound up. So the hair was plucked out, and with it his spirit fled." (James Frazer, pg 812)
I have to admit I have been slacking in this class. I have never blogged before and the idea just seemed like a lot of work. But after seeing some of your blogs on childhood memories I had to post my own. When I was in kindergarten, so I guess I was about five, I was riding my badass new bike around my neighborhood. About half a mile from my house there was a giant dirt hill, so my friend and I decided to make a jump and rally down the hill. Up until this point all my bike had brakes where you turn the pedals backwards, my new one had handle brakes. I did not know this. So the last thing I remember is going full bore towards a parked car. Seven hours later I wake up in the hospital with no recollection of how I got there or what happened. To this day I'm not sure how I got to the hospital. An even deeper thought is did I actually wake up or is this one big creation of my own mind. But anyway I didn't die from hitting my head off a car because my parents were smart enough to buy me a helmet, but cheap enough to get one made of Styrofoam. What kind of parents buy their five year old a helmet made of this crappy material I don't know, its only good for one hit. Awesome my first blog ever. Today has been a success.
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