I live in my own little world, but don't worry they know me in here!
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
The Letter C
Your finger curls into a metal ring. You take a deep breath and slowly begin to move your hand up and down while your finger grips the ring even tighter. You’re concentrating on those balls as your hand begins to move up and down faster. You begin to smile as both balls begin to touch and make that wonderful clacking sound. You keep your hand going up and down as fast as possible as your smile turns into cries of triumph as those balls slam together…up and down…up and down…up and down. Then the reality sets in as the balls somehow miss a single beat in the fast rhythm and a searing pain slams against the bone of your wrist. Your finger immediately releases the ring and you hear those hard acrylic balls bang onto the ground or floor. At that moment you are no longer smiling, only wincing and gripping your wrist in excruciating pain. Ah the memories and scars of that delightful toy of the late 60’s and early 70’s. My parents did have to make an unexpected trip to Emergency Room at the Hospital when my older sister ended up with a wrist bone fracture due to a neighbourhood clackers competition. After many recorded injuries of head injuries and bruised and broken wrists this toy was considered a dangerous toy and was pulled from the shelves. They resurfaced in a more modern and less dangerous version a few years later.