“Kids don’t die!”

Daily Post: Finite CreaturesAt what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?

Oh my GOD! Word Press picked my suggestion for today’s prompt. Gulp! At the time I suggested it, I had been reminiscing about some bleak circumstances in my childhood and realized that I had never known of any children dying in any manner – illness, accident, murder…

I remember having terribly painful digestive ailments as a child, so bad that I was often in tears. My mother said it was “growing pains.” I remember telling her that I thought I was dying and she told me, “Kids don’t die, only old people die!”

My stomach and intestines were not relieved with her proclamation although I was relieved to learn that children don’t die. I’m not sure, but I think as I grew older, I began to doubt that children don’t die. I had no proof though, until the night of the fire, August 1967 when the little kids we used to play with ended up dying. They lived in the second story apartment, above where I lived.

I remembered seeing the charred, smoking body of the younger boy I rode bikes with only two days before, being placed upon the webbed lounge chair in the backyard. I suntanned on that very lounge chair a couple days beforehand and now my friend’s burnt body lay upon it.

This was wrong. This was all wrong. “Kids don’t die.” My mother had proclaimed it! She lied to me? She lied to me and I learned that my mortality could be expired at any moment, no matter my age. When Death comes, we don’t have a choice, we go with it.


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So, asking when you learned you were not “immortal” may have been the wrong wording. When I sent my suggestion to WordPress, I didn’t like using the word “immortal” but I thought for certain that if I used the wording, “How old were you when you realized you would die someday,” that would be too morbid. Then I thought that with all the popularity of Vampires and Walking Dead, some persons might carry the prompt in other directions and have fun.

Anyway, these were the thoughts that were on my mind when I suggested the prompt. I wondered if anyone else had been told as a child, that “kids don’t die.”

I wrote more in-depth about that fire in another Daily Prompt – A Fiery Night of Prayers.


24 responses to ““Kids don’t die!”

  1. Nice prompt suggestion….and a touching response….i really feel bad for that boy.


  2. Congratulations on being picked, but wow what a horrible memory.


    • Thank you! It was quite a surprise to be chosen. Now that I was picked, I will be sure to never, ever, ever criticize any of the future prompts because, as I have learned, it is impossible to please everyone.

      Some memories never go away. I just try to remember the fun we had when they were living. 🙂


  3. Thank you for suggesting this prompt! I usually take the prompts too literally but this one led me to do something much more creative. Your experience is a sad story and I don’t know what to say. Thank you for sharing it anyway


    • Thank you so much for your comment! I know people have been complaining about the prompts, and I honestly didn’t think mine would be picked. I was so surprised, especially that some people took it to different places! Thank you again! 😀

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  4. oh, it’s you who suggested it 🙂 thank you for that. hope you submit more prompts in the future. have a nice week ahead.

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  5. Congrats on the prompt pick ! 🙂

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  6. I liked your prompt Swoosieque, and the way you explained your own experience. I’m sorry I didn’t answer it properly, but instead remembered someone special who died today.

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  7. Nice prompt and I understood what you meant…. i responded in a different way too… but as you said to each his/ her own.. If everyone was true to stereotype what a boring world this would be! Vive le difference! Take care…

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  8. Woaah I can’t get over the awesomeness of the fact that your suggestion was chosen as prompt ! 😀
    Too good swoosie, Well done! 🙂

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  10. I actually do not believe my mother every mentioned death at all. Ever. Even when someone died, the worth “death” was never spoken. I think it was an old country superstition, that you did not say the name. There were a lot of old country customs in my world. In a weird way, I miss them. So I never thought of death at all, really, until I nearly did when I was 19. After that, I knew.

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  11. I lived a block away from the biggest cemetery in town. Processions went by 2-3 times a week, and sometimes it was just a couple of people carrying the child in the coffin. I knew. My grandparents never spoke about it.


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