Daily writing prompt

If there was a biography about you, what would the title be?

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Hopefully you’ve had a productive week as I have, and you’re heading into a relaxing Super Bowl weekend.

This week’s blog posts have been very well read, and I thank you for your continued interest and attention to the daily trials and semi-triumphs of a guy living in the midwestern part of the United States.

Because I find a book title suggesting confusion, mystery, and a built-in challenge intriguing (and worthy of picking up to investigate further), I believe I’d call my biography “The Search for 2,000 Pounds”. the gripping memoirs of the youngest of seven kids growing up in small town America in the 70’s.

My biography would tell the tale of summers spent creating imaginary and wonderful worlds in the forest that filled up acres of land just north of our high school (I was a huge fan of “My Side of the Mountain” by Jean Craighead George) and riding horses (and a stubborn pony named Misty) bareback from one side of our acreage across the front yard and then sailing over the fence between the yard and the pasture (recalling the trauma of being thrown from Misty when a tree branch whipped back and hit me right in the face).

It would include times in my youth while living in southern Missouri, my older brothers and I finding ticks in the crook of an arm or leg and then popping them with a hot blown-out match to see the blood spurt (yeah, in hindsight I probably should have sought out therapy for that).

Having moved from northern Iowa, I’d also remember finding myself missing snow so much than I drug my sled around the yard in the dirt in December to make the yearning lessen just a bit. I write about being barefoot one summer and accidentally stepping on a copperhead snake before careening super-fast away from it before it had a chance to sinks its fangs into me.

No life story would be complete without revisiting the day I was searching for cattails on a dirt road in the country near our home, with my newish puppy Dusty by my side, not knowing that moments later a mysterious pick-up truck would cruise up to my little Labrador, scoop him up, and (ironically) speed off in a cloud of dust. I’d recall how we searched forever with no trace of him ever found. My heart only hopes whoever took him was kind, and that Dusty made another little boy happy somewhere in the world.

Then, I’d relay additional stories that have peppered my life so far leading through to 2024 (I have to save something here for future blog posts!) Although I’m neither rich nor famous, I tend to by nature be frugal and because of that, I’m more than content with what I have and with those who love me.

NOW IT’S YOUR TURN

How would you title your own life story or biography? Let me know in the comments.

As for my biography’s title choice, that’s a bit of mystery you’ll have to wait to read about (or of course speculate in the comments until it’s published one day).

Be blessed and have a great weekend!