Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.
How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.
If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 10th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.
This was originally posted on December 10, 2017.
Sunday Photo Fiction — Mean and Inconsiderate
It was, perhaps, the meanest act I’d ever committed. Certainly the most inconsiderate. But I was only ten-years-old, so what did I know?
My father loved to build miniature settings. He had constructed an elaborate village around his HO scale train set in our attic. It included a train station, post office, church, store, and a few homes. There were painted roads with small cars and trucks and tiny little people. It was fully landscaped with trees and shrubs, hills, and a creek. A true work of art.
For Christmas one year, he decided to build a little fairy village on our patio for my younger sister. He constructed it from twigs, straw, branches, and stones. He built a tiny church, shed, fire pit, table, and bench. It was exquisite.
He finished it just in time for Christmas and, when Christmas morning arrived, my sister and I eagerly opened our presents. My favorite was a 20-inch tall Godzilla monster doll.
Dad escorted us out to our back patio and unveiled the fairy village. My sister squealed in delight. I, with Godzilla in hand, proceeded to destroy the tiny village by stomping all around, making horrible monster noises, just like the movie.
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Written for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Image credit: Eric Wiklund.
This, That, and the Other 
Did you really did that?
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Nope. It’s a made up story.
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Okies.
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Oh, my. Godzilla was a bad one that day. Did anyone cry? Thanks for sharing. Happy Holidays. And thanks too, for letting me link back to my poem here. xo.
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Happy holidays to you, as well. And thanks for joining in on the Flashback Friday.
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My kids and I were into HO trains. The two boys delighted in creating visually demented scenes on the layout; including Godzilla walking down the main street of the Town. this brought back great memories.
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I was into HO scale trains, too. But my cousin was into Lionel trains, which were much larger and, of course, we used to battle over which scale model trains were better. We never did see eye-to-eye on that.
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Godzilla has to do, what Godzilla has to do.
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It’s in his nature.
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I send you flowers to help cope with the “rest of life.” We’re off to the hospital for hearing tests and hopefully, repairs.
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I hate hearing tests because I’m never 100% sure if I’m hearing tones or just pressing the button when I feel like there should be a tone. I hope the tests go well.
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Oh no! Not the fairy garden! I guess it was inevitable with a monster in your hand.
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I know! 😉
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Oops, it did make perfect sense though 🙂
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Haha… great story, the sort of thing a big brother would do! Mine flashback is of a much better time:
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awww all that hard work only for you to stomp all over it, 😀 xoxo
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