The First: Seventeen Years in the Making Hello

I’m Robin Albritton from Texas. Welcome

Hello, I’m Robin Albritton from Texas. Welcome to my blog. Tonight, it’s my first post, ever. Getting to this point for a newbie like me has had its own set of challenges. Oddly enough, when I get something correct, I’m elated. I’ve decided I’ve earned a Blue Ribbon for effort.

I’ve had many “firsts” in my life I would like to share with you to get to know me. Instead of naming common ones, I’ll share the unusual.

I was what they called a tomboy. I played outside every chance I had. After it rained, I would get a big stick, tie a string to it at one end and a rock at the other. I would stand at a puddle of water and pretend to fish. I ran down the sidewalk to a vacant lot down the street. I climbed trees faster than anyone I knew. I was quick when it came to catching grasshoppers and horned lizards. I was the Princess of Crawlers. I feared none.

My first memory of being frightened of a bug was when I was ten. My family had driven out into the country to visit friends. While playing around a big oak tree, I felt something sticky crawling up my back. I held my breath and froze! My mother asked me what was wrong. I started bawling! Yes, I was ten, curly headed, scared, and crying. She eyed me up and down all around me and noticed a large lump on my back. She placed her hand over it. I heard a loud, piercing scream! “Oh, get it out, get it out, Mom.” She lifted my shirt and a three-inch-long cicada flew away. I looked back at her. “Are you sure it’s gone?” My mom gave me a little laugh and told me it was the largest she’d seen. Her words made me stand tall. I sighed. Later, my mom told me about them. Seven years before I even existed a new bug was growing out in nature. Nature is amazing.

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