She hung from the tree branch. But not like you would expect one to hang from a tree branch. This branch had her dangling in the air, impaled through her eye. My 6-year old sister, Suzie, had ridden her bicycle into a tree; and was embraced in a way she never imagined. I along with all the other neighborhood kids stood there, staring, shocked into immobility, finally running for adults and shouting for help. Scared, shocked, fascinated.
It's macabre but true, some 30 years past the event, to think that my life changed even more than hers from what happened that day.
Is there, could there be some link to my life's quirks from that fateful day??
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