elle kynzer

Flawed Is What I Am, It's Why I Exist, Being Perfect Wouldn't Suit Me At All



Posted: Monday, October 24, 2011

by elle kynzer

We can all see our weaknesses, our physical issues, and our faults so much better than others. We are a product of our mistakes, our successes, our families, and our friends. In looking at the definition of flawed, it makes me realize that, if I had been born somewhere different, then I would not be who I am today.  Yes, I'm flawed, and I'm glad I am.  The breaks, bruises, and disappointments in life make us real, even if we suffer while experiencing it.

I look at the scars on my knee, and smile. Those two scars represent events in my life, that made me who I am today. The long one came first at about age three, before we lived next to Grandma, and her delicious bisquits.  In fact, my mother made bisquits too, and the butter was always handy. Mama had forgot and left a butcher knife on the table, so being the independent child that I am, it seemed natural to help myself. The knife slipped, and the point went into my knee. So forever, I will carry this scar for my disobedience of trying to put butter on bread with a butcher knife, while Mama was out of the room.

We lived across the mountain from Grandma, in a log cabin, for the first few years of my life.  From the top of the hill, there was a path that went to the creek at the bottom of the hill. From the creek you had to cross the road to get to Grandma's house. A foot log stretched across that creek, and you had to keep your balance or you would fall in the creek. As you already know from the second paragraph I was a bit of an adventurer.  My mother was working in the garden, and thinking I was having a nap in the house, so I slipped out to go see Grandma by myself.

My mother came  in and found me gone, so she hurried down the path in time to see my pink dress through the trees, about the time I reached the foot log. Now, in the mountains at that time, switching was the best thing to do to disobedient children. Needless to say, I got mine, and it was the last time I ventured that far without permission.  At that time I wasn't over four years old. You may think that was harsh, but then bears were plentiful, and other wild animals, so a small child by itself wasn't safe roaming the hills and the woods.

Now fast forward a couple of years, and I'm up in the tree with my cousin, who lives on the other side of Grandma, about a quarter of a mile up the road. There is a younger sister, but she doesn't interest me, I'm a tomboy. I climb trees, and I swim in the creek. I catch night crawlers with my Dad and I go fishing.  I always wear overalls, if I can, because dresses do not work well, if climbing trees.  I fell out of that tree, and have a very large gash turned scar now, to remind me of my tree climbing youth.

Now, those were just a few of my escapades, I've always been a wanderer, and I wanted to do the things that I thought were exciting. I've been in the military reserves, and I had my motor head car in my twenties. Once I almost drown trying to learn to water ski, and I've lived a lot of places. Now that I'm old, those desires are dimished. I look back and I'm glad I did those things while I could, and didn't try to save them until I retired. I've got the scars, and I'm flawed, but I don't feel I have missed a thing.
Elle Kynzer was born in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina, and grew up in a rural area, as an only child. She is married with one son, and two grandsons.

She was a Personnel Assistant in her early twenties, and began hiring employees for the company. By her early thirties she had returned to NC, and became an Executive Officer in Real Estate. She also served as part-time USNR for more than ten years.

Elle went back to college at WCU, then went on to teach Criminal Justice for a local Community College, in the local High Schools/college credit.

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» left by Christofer French
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Wonderful reading. I got absorbed while I felt your identity as a young woman. Tales of youth make you smile don't they? And oh, the mishaps. Lovely article and very meaningful. Thanks much.
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Aaaah those lovely memories and some of the ordinary but meaningful ones too. You have a way of telling that's so charming. Great article.
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