The Flying Nun

I've been working this summer on another memoir book, like Days of Beer, but this one focused more generally on growing up in Arkansas, living on the farm, hunting and fishing, and family life. Most of the episodes I've put in so far have been funny ones. Here's a sample. Not laugh out loud funny, but I thought it had a bit of a zinger.  There are some other incidents that are much more hilarious. Anyway, here's a little piece I call "The Flying Nun."

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I went to a Catholic grade school where we were taught by nuns during the entire six years. We had some sisters I really liked, and some not quite so much. We never had one that I had more respect for than Sister Annella, though. She would play baseball and even football with us at recess.

One morning after we’d come out of mass and were headed back for school, I was bragging to Sister about how fast I could run. She indicated that she was pretty fast too but I just kind of grinned and told her she wasn’t as fast as me. She said, “let’s just see.”

Taking that as a challenge, I prepared to show Sister my heels. We took off for the school, with her holding the hem of her habit up so she could run better. I had no doubt I could beat her.

I was wrong. 

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