I Was So Sure –


I remember the day my tricycle careened down the steep hill, and sent me crashing onto the concrete. The accident sheered the skin off my left cheek. My mother ran down this steep hill  to help me. Years later, I drove to the street where the tricycle tossed me to the ground. Something was terribly wrong. The steep hill was in fact a slight, gradual incline that wouldn’t raise a walker’s heart rate. I was so sure.


Nancy Stolen and I have been friends since Kindergarten at Dewey Elementary School in Evanston, IL. I have repeated this fact, making her my oldest friend. At the last high school reunion, Nancy decided it was time to set the record straight. Gently, she told me that she hadn’t come to Dewey School until the second grate. I was so sure.


I’m a political junkie. I remember when John Tower, TX, and Howard Baker, TN, came to the Senate with a group of other young men that were called the Young Turks. I remembered that  George Bush 41 was a part of that group. But wait, John Tower was already a senator when George Bush lost his election. I googled ‘Young Turks,’ nothing. I was so sure about this piece of history.

These brief examples of being so sure only support what I know to be true. It isn’t what happens to us that is important, it is what we think happens that is.



About Stepheny Forgue Houghtlin

Stepheny Forgue Houghtlin grew up in Evanston, IL. and is a graduate of the University of Kentucky. She is an author of two novels: The Greening of a Heart and Facing East. She lives, writes and gardens in NC. Visit her: Stephenyhoughtlin.com
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2 Responses to I Was So Sure –

  1. noelleg44 says:

    Nice post, Stepheny. Isn’t it strange how we remember things, especially from childhood? But I’m just happy with the memories, true or not!

    • I might not have written this post if not for reading Bush 41 where some of the information isn’t what I thought happened. Having already had the hill and kindergarten certainties, the political one made me shake my head. Like you, though, memories fuel my writing, and are the stuff of life.

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