My Crazy Woman
What sort of kid was my wife? It seems not much different than she is now, in many ways. Cute, adventurous, mischievous – all that, certainly. Daring? Sometimes.
It seems that Eunie was the virtual forerunner of the Mythbusters. She told me the story of how, at about eight years old, she wondered if it were true that one’s tongue might stick to a freezing object. The bright but bored little girl simply had to test the validity of the thesis. The obvious method was by experimentation. If you lived in a cold climate as a child, you probably tried it also.
Surprisingly, the schoolhouse is still standing. Today it is a video production studio. I asked her to show me the staircase where she performed her research. We found it. She said that, except for some minor details, it looks the same as it did when she was in the third grade. I was, of course, compelled to snap a photo:
When I look at this picture, I can see my wife as precocious child, her little pink tongue stuck fast to the cold iron railing, frantically calculating her next move. She said her tongue was sore for days afterward.
I love my crazy woman.
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