{"id":1248,"date":"2017-11-16T08:39:33","date_gmt":"2017-11-16T14:39:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=1248"},"modified":"2017-11-16T08:39:33","modified_gmt":"2017-11-16T14:39:33","slug":"cogs-of-a-childs-mind-a-series-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2017\/11\/16\/cogs-of-a-childs-mind-a-series-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Cogs of a Child&#8217;s Mind (a series)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>About two days ago, the topic of childhood misconceptions knocked on my dorm room door once again.\u00a0 The topic snuck into the room and we began conversing about our own experiences as children.\u00a0 Today, I am going to share a couple of those with you.<\/p>\n<p><strong>3.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Binder Clips and Football Shoulders<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Okay, first off, binder clips.\u00a0 Now, these bobbers never had much of a purpose to me besides looking like tiny purses that couldn&#8217;t hold much.\u00a0 As I got older, they became torture tools used against me by my sister.\u00a0 And what did they call them? Binder clips.\u00a0 I&#8217;d never seen them used on binders, therefore, they were irrelevant to their name in my perspective.\u00a0 Then one day in second grade, I watched as Mrs. Brown, rounded belly and all, bent over to grab a box of those clips.\u00a0 She then proceeded to gather papers from the printer, clipping them together then turning them opposite ways.\u00a0 Portrait, landscape. Portrait, landscape.<\/p>\n<p>That was that was when I realized their purpose.\u00a0 Still, I did not understand their name.\u00a0 That is until a few days ago that my roommate, Madison, offered one to me.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Um, I&#8217;m good.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>She put the clip in her hand down.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I never actually understood why those were called binder clips,&#8221; I admitted.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh.\u00a0 It think it&#8217;s just because paper clips hold small amounts compared to how much a binder clip holds, hence binder clip.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>My mind had been blown.<\/p>\n<p>_______________<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">&#8220;Touchdown!&#8221;\u00a0 the football-announcer-guy half screamed into the microphone that wired into the speakers just behind my left shoulder.\u00a0 I looked at it, my shoulder.\u00a0 Then, I looked back at the field.\u00a0 All of the football players were different in sizes and shapes.\u00a0 The one thing, besides uniforms, that stuck out was their broad shoulders.\u00a0 Why were they so big?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">I looked back at my puny shoulder.\u00a0 In all it&#8217;s bony glory, it still did not compare to the swollen uniformity of theirs.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">Were they full of fat?\u00a0 No, it had to be muscle.\u00a0 I mean, you&#8217;d think it&#8217;d be muscle.\u00a0 What if they were all muscle on the inside with a sheath of fat surrounding?\u00a0 If so, then do they jiggle like the bump of Mrs. Brown&#8217;s stomach?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">I imagine a football player, so caught up in the excitement of winning, tearing off his shirt and waving it around like the American flag, his enormous shoulders flexing at the raise of his arm.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">This thought made me shiver.\u00a0 Poor football players and their ugly shoulders.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>About two days ago, the topic of childhood misconceptions knocked on my dorm room door once again.\u00a0 The topic snuck into the room and we began conversing about our own experiences as children.\u00a0 Today, I am going to share a couple of those with you. 3.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Binder Clips and Football Shoulders Okay, first &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2017\/11\/16\/cogs-of-a-childs-mind-a-series-3\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Cogs of a Child&#8217;s Mind (a series)&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":23,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1248"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/23"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1248"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1248\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1746,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1248\/revisions\/1746"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1248"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1248"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1248"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}