Recently a few of my diaries from elementary school came out of the woodwork and family sent them to me... Randomly flipping through them I have to say that between 1st and 3rd grade I wrote way too much pointless stuff - but there was a repeating theme that almost sent a chill up my spine.
I`m sure most remember that game kids play where you take an apple and twist the stem off while reciting the alphabet. The letter when the stem comes off is the first letter of the first or last name of your future spouse. Well, it was a very popular little bit of fortune telling with the girls in the early half of elementary school. And of course, having nothing more entertaining in life to write about, I noted probably every single time we did it and the results.
Almost every time, I would get Y. If not Y, X or Z. Reciting forward or backward, declaring that it was first or last initial, it seems I would always twist off at Y.
This brought back a lot of memories, as of course there were no cute boys around whose names started with Y. I don`t even think any of us were able to come up with a "normal" name that started with Y - I can vaguely recall being made fun of as I must have been destined to marry a Yorick who everyone envisioned as something from a horror movie. And the only boy with a last name beginning with Y was an awful bully.
Somewhere along the line I decided to discount all of it as it HAD to be baseless superstition - and wrote a little entry about how I didn`t believe any of it.
The thing that gave me an odd chill is this - my husband`s first and last name BOTH begin with Y. Coincidence, I`m sure, but a very strange one.
I`m sure most remember that game kids play where you take an apple and twist the stem off while reciting the alphabet. The letter when the stem comes off is the first letter of the first or last name of your future spouse. Well, it was a very popular little bit of fortune telling with the girls in the early half of elementary school. And of course, having nothing more entertaining in life to write about, I noted probably every single time we did it and the results.
Almost every time, I would get Y. If not Y, X or Z. Reciting forward or backward, declaring that it was first or last initial, it seems I would always twist off at Y.
This brought back a lot of memories, as of course there were no cute boys around whose names started with Y. I don`t even think any of us were able to come up with a "normal" name that started with Y - I can vaguely recall being made fun of as I must have been destined to marry a Yorick who everyone envisioned as something from a horror movie. And the only boy with a last name beginning with Y was an awful bully.
Somewhere along the line I decided to discount all of it as it HAD to be baseless superstition - and wrote a little entry about how I didn`t believe any of it.
The thing that gave me an odd chill is this - my husband`s first and last name BOTH begin with Y. Coincidence, I`m sure, but a very strange one.