The Murderous Monkey Bars OR How I Fell in Love with Betty.

Women and Words

In my blogs, I ramble – and in my true, ADD fashion, wander off-topic and mention other events in my life. I end those with… “But that’s another story.”

I’ve had several requests to relay the story of how I broke both my arms when I was a young girl. So, to keep my promise – here it is 🙂

Once upon a time,

A long, long time ago…

San Francisco, California, I believe it was 1969 or 1970.

(When you’re my age, you’re allowed to be fuzzy on the details.)

Three classes in the elementary school I was attending, went on a class trip to The Discovery Center. I actually don’t even remember where this place is; just that it took forever to get there on the buses. I did try and research the distance, but the place is no longer there.

After we toured the facility, we were…

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3 thoughts on “The Murderous Monkey Bars OR How I Fell in Love with Betty.

  1. Ahhh, monkey bars. I remember them well. Almost killed myself on ‘en a couple’a times too!

    Betty. Veronica always seemed a bit too high maintenance for the laid back butch I grew into.

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