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For "Earn the Badge - Open" ![]() Oh, my goodness, how do I even go about this? Well, I have to begin somewhere. So let's begin with my first day on WDC, when I uploaded my first item and got reviews for it. Among the reviews was one from SHERRI GIBSON ![]() Then there was "Project Write World" ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() On Team India, I've met Just an Ordinary Boo! ![]() ![]() ![]() Kiya also runs "The WDC Angel Army" ![]() ![]() Then reviewing, via the Black Case Domination group run by 🦄🏳️🌈Sapph ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() There are the hundreds of reviewers who have given me constructive feedback, hundreds of contest hosts, I can't name all of them! More recently, "The Snail Mail Group" ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Steev the Friction Wizurd ![]() ![]() ![]() I have to mention deemac ![]() Then there is ♥tHiNg♥ ![]() ![]() ![]() There are all the judges of "Writer's Cramp wishes WDC Happy 25th!" ![]() ![]() ![]() There is my writing buddy, Amethyst Angel HBD🩵WdC🎂 ![]() ![]() There's Kåre เลียม Enga ![]() ![]() There's EVERYONE here. I know I've forgotten some important names, forgive me, do. There are the Senior Mods and Staff and so many hundreds of people!! ![]() |
1159 WORDS For "WDC Birthday Contest" ![]() Prompts used: 5. Waterfall. 6. Lake. 7. Sunrise. 8. Sunset. 9. Picnic. Mom didn't need to wake me up that morning, oh no. I didn't even need the alarm clock. I was out of bed without even the 'five minute more' pillow-cuddle. "Whoa - beautiful ..." I exclaimed in my head, watching the sunrise outside my window. First mellow, sparkling, then dancing a bit, then suddenly - light splashing across everything and my heart singing along. It was the day of the family picnic! Dad's side of the family had this picnic tradition since my grandpa was a young man. He had discovered, somewhere on the outskirts of the city, this wild wonderland. A mini forest with a waterfall in the middle, which flowed into a neat little lake. The approach road was bad, but no one minded. It meant that others hadn't discovered this paradise yet, and my family wanted to keep it that way. "Hurry, breakfast!" came Mom's voice from the kitchen. I heard Dad's footsteps as he raced there, and I joined him. "I'm too excited to eat," I said. "Just a bit of toast and honey," Mom coaxed. "Yeah, and that boiled egg looks good ..." I remarked, helping myself to it. "Not hungry, huh??" Dad chuckled, putting some cheese spread on his own toast. "Mom, I wish you were coming too," I said. "Don't talk with your mouth full," she quipped, twinkling at me. "No, dear, picnics are too much work for the women in the family. Your aunts are getting dropped off here and we're going to spend the day binge watching Three's Company." "Picnics aren't work," I protested. "They are for those who have to check you've dried yourself after the swim, then heat the food, then serve it, then wash the dishes. I've done my share of the work cooking this masala-dal for you to take." "You don't have to check if I've dried myself! I'll dry myself!" "If I'm not around, you'll remember to. If I am there, you know you'll want me to tell you. Now don't argue. You have fun your way, your aunts and I will have fun our way." "It'll be easier this year. We aren't taking the portable stove. We've decided not to heat the food. And there'll be paper plates," Dad contributed. "That's because the women aren't coming. If we were you'd want all the frills, you men. Anyway, I want you to to enjoy yourselves so don't let's get into this. Hurry up or they'll be here." I did a quick check - bathing suit, towel, change of clothes, first-aid kit, frisbee ... yup, all there. "Beep-bip-bip-bip!" "Uncle Sai's code horn! Bye Mom!" In my haste to get to the car, I almost bumped into Aunt Sarla and Aunt Hina, who were on their way in to the house. "Whoa, hurricane! Don't run like that down the slippery rocks at the picnic!" Aunt Hina admonished, but Aunt Sarla only winked at me. My cousins - Anish, Avani, Nikhil and Brinda, already in the car, cheered as Dad and I squeezed in - Dad in the front seat and me in the 'backest' seat. (The car was a mini-van, and we called them the back-backer-backest seats.) "We'll be going round the lakeside when we go," we sang, loudly, to the tune of "She'll be coming round the mountain". When Dad and Uncle Sai got tired of the noise, we started playing a 'count the white Fiats'. Along the route, we were joined by other family members in their cars. There were twenty seven men and kids going for this picnic. The women were all staying behind - some to watch TV, like my mother, others to go shopping, others to just catch up on some sleep with no one there to disturb them. As we got on to the highway our contingent was complete - a convoy of five cars headed for the lakeside. The ride was fun, but uneventful except for one 'flat' which was quickly mended. We were at the lakeside. Quickly, we clambered over the slippery forest floor to the lakeside. There, each of us picked a tree to go behind and change into bathing things. Then - splash, splash, splash -- we were in the clear, cool water, playing tag, ducking each other, floating on our backs -- generally wallowing in enjoyment. We kids weren't allowed to go into the waterfall itself by ourselves. The men held one or two kids each and guided us safely there, to comfortable rock-seats where the water created a gleaming curtain. "Okay, people," Uncle Sai called out, an hour-and-a-half later. "Time to move on." "Yeah, I'm hungry," came from most of the kids as we clambered out of the water. "Let's eat!" Slipping more because our feet were now wet and our hair was dripping, we headed for the ledge where the picnic hampers had been placed. "What did Mom tell you to do?" Dad called to me. "Enjoy myself," I replied, promptly, "and I am!" Dad grimaced, reached for my backpack among those near the picnic baskets and found my towel. He handed it to me without another word. I pouted a bit, I think, but I took it and rubbed myself dry. "Your hair is still wet," Brinda said. "You'll get a cold. Dry it properly." "You sound like a Mom," I muttered, drying my hair a bit more. Anything so that they'd let me eat. The paper plates weren't easy to hold. And they didn't fit nearly as much food as we needed in each helping. But we didn't want so many helpings, either. The taste was great as usual, but the cold soggy texture took some of the fun out of the meal. Brinda put herself in charge of ensuring we hadn't left any litter behind, and everyone helped re-pack the baskets with the empties. The car ride on the way back was quieter than the onward journey. It was not just that we were tired, but that everyone seemed to be deep in thought. The sunset was as spectacular as the sunrise had been. All the cars pulled over at a convenient spot so we could spend a few minutes together watching the sky change colour. It was Nikhil who broke the silence as the sun went down and the streetlights came on. "You know -- " he began. Everyone looked at him. "You know -- Mummy and all the aunts didn't come because we make them work so much ..." "Yeah," I agreed, and Brinda, Anish Avani and all the other cousins nodded. The men were looking down at the ground. "The picnic wasn't so much fun without them," Nikhil blurted. "Maybe next time we should all share the work, like Brinda did with picking up the litter today." The stars were beginning to appear, little pinpricks in the sky. Then, suddenly, a bright full moon swum into view from behind a cloud. "Tell you what," Uncle Pratap said. "Let's stop off and get some pizza and cake for the Moms and Aunts, shall we?" We did. |