My oldest grandson learned that it was my birthday, and he was happy to come over and have cake and ice cream. He was eight years old at the time. As I opened gifts, he came over and sat down next to me, as excited about the presents as I was.
Then, he asked me how old I was. I told him that I was 40! He immediately looked scared, and with tears in his eyes, he asked, “Are you going to die?” Everybody laughed, thinking it a silly question. But I realized that to his young mind, 40 was ancient. Taking him in my arms, I assured him that I wasn’t going to die. He and I still laugh about it.
Written for the Tell Me a Tale in 120 words, exactly, from Ranting Along, March 7, 2019: a funny event in your life.
Help from Heaven 
Reblogged this on Martha L Shaw – Poet, Writer, Artist and commented:
Came across a fun challenge! Good luck and have fun!
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Thank you for the reblog. It means a lot to me.
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The first time your children come to the realization that you are going to die one day, it is flattering, frightening and sometimes funny. That was a great tale in 122 words. 🙂
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I used the little word counter on the post, and it showed 120 words, but it is 122. My apologies.
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No worries. 🙂
I thought something like that must have happened. You aren’t the first person who trusted the post word counter. I always use the count on my word processor instead.
I enjoyed your post.
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That is precious – 😊💜
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And there was a time when I thought 40 was old
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Me, too. Now, I think 70 is young. Go figure.
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I know, right!! Lol
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