{"id":1,"date":"2014-11-08T19:56:25","date_gmt":"2014-11-08T19:56:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.curiouslylocal.com\/?p=1"},"modified":"2014-11-09T12:45:01","modified_gmt":"2014-11-09T12:45:01","slug":"hello-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.curiouslylocal.com\/?p=1","title":{"rendered":"1982: An accident with the arrow"},"content":{"rendered":"
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A dog, a baby and a boy. It was summer. Somebody thought he was an archer. (click to enlarge)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

But one day in the summer of 1958 I was playing in the backyard with a bow and arrow. The arrow was a real one, with a sharp metal tip, a target arrow which I had acquired from another kid in the neighborhood as part of a carefully calculated exchange of trade goods. It was one of my most prized possessions. I would draw a target on a cardboard box and launch the arrow over and over again, increasing my distance from the box only after I was successful at hitting it consistently.<\/p>\n

This particular afternoon for some reason I decided to shoot the arrow straight up into the air. Maybe simply for the thrill of it. Watching as it reached its apogee and faltered, slipping over on its side and then gathering back the speed it had lost as it streaked back down to stick with a satisfying crunch into the lawn. I did not know my grandfather had quietly walked out to inspect my mother’s flower garden. He was a gentle man, slight of build and bald of head. He was also deaf.<\/p>\n

I launched the arrow, watched it rise, and then saw my grandfather standing on the lawn with his back to me. I was paralyzed with fear. I couldn’t shout. I closed my eyes, and in that moment probably came as close as I will ever come in my life to praying. <\/p>\n

The arrow landed three or four feet behind him. I don’t remember anything else.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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