The year was 606 BCE. I was the nine-year-old niece of Shadrach, Meshach, or Abednego, (I forget) and selected as the official Au pair of King Nebuchadnezzar’s kid, Bucky—age seven.
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“Can your uncle really walk through Fire?”
“Heck, yeah.”
“Can you?”
“No. I’m gonna be a writer.”
“Aw, you’re no fun.”
“And you are?”
“Pffft! It’s true what they say about you Israelites…”
“Go play in the desert, Freak!”
“You’re not the boss o’ me! My dad…”
“… is a lunatic!”
Bucky threw a rock at me; I threw one back—
and so it is today.
Damn, I remember that song! Good post!
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Thank you. Love that song. 🙂
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