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Memory Monday-Lock me in

Memory Monday–It’s a thing like Throwback Thursday.

As a kid, I liked to stay up late. What kid doesn’t? The concept of a forced time to go to bed always sends kids into rebellion mode. When I was 8 years old and younger, Granny would announce it was bed time and I would make a beeline to my Grandpa.

Grandpa was normally laying on the couch watching TV. I would run to him squealing and screaming for him to “lock me in.” This magical bed-time fighting lock he possessed was his arms. I would sit near him and he would put his arms around me with his fingers laced together (forming the “lock”). He would laugh and join me in telling Granny I couldn’t go to bed because I was locked in.

Granny must have had the key, I was always in bed a few minutes later.

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About Marsha Blevins, Author

Marsha Blevins lives in West Virginia with her boyfriend and six fur-children. She earned her B.A. in English with a concentration on writing from Marshall University. Two of her short stories and several poems were published in the university’s literary magazine, Et Cetera. She is an active member of the writing group Wicked Wordsmiths of the West and WV Writers. Follow her at www.marbleswords.com on Facebook at www.facebook.com/marbleswords, on Twitter @marbleswords.

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