The Recital

Violin and bow.
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My half-sister and I walked into ASU’s impressive hall. My half-brother had a violin recital. My mother followed us like a mother hen. A few people dotted the chairs and a deep silence nearly swallowed us.

We sat down in our seats with stern instructions from mom to be serious as if I, an adult, and my half-sister, a kid, needed to be told how to act in public. The recital would begin in less than thirty minutes. I looked at the domed ceiling and wondered how long this recital would last, resisting the urge to check the time. The hall seemed ridiculously large and overstated for such a simple kid’s recital. Only a few people sat in the chairs, each respecting the others space. These were all family members who had come to give support to their own, and my half-sister and I came reluctantly. I thought things would be normal.

But suddenly it came, sliding from my gut into my throat and like a feather, tickled. My sister saw my expression. She struggled, too. I crossed my arms in front of my chest, but the harder I tried to act serious the more difficult it was to keep that belly laugh from exploding.

At first, I snorted. My half-sister sputtered. That giggle came and she giggled. In the midst of this overdone recital in the middle of the ASU campus my half-sister and I fought and lost the war against the belly laugh.

It was one of those rare family moments without guile.

Describe your laughing moment. (Inspired from “Like Therapy, Only Cheaper.”)


8 thoughts on “The Recital”

  1. A few years ago, my husband and I attended a dinner in a fancy downtown hotel. All of the big wigs were there and a few celebrities, too. In fact, one very special vocal group was there to sing. My husband and I sat at one of those round tables with lots of silverware and one too many glasses at each place. We turned our chairs to face the stage and a hush fell over the room. The music started, and all was going just fine. But as soon as the vocalists began to sing, something struck me and I could not stop laughing. I sat there in my chair and shook. And then I realized I had tears rolling down my face, which made me laugh harder. The lady next to me was not amused. But I could not stop. In the end, I had to leave the room and just stand out in the lobby and laugh out loud.


  2. In my two year old class I use to teach, we stuffed a child sized scarecrow each year with shredded paper (since I am allergic to hay). Every year I would throw some of the paper on top of a student’s head. Then a huge paper fight would occur on purpose!!!

    It always brought such laughter from me and the kids! They are always shocked at first that I was letting them make a mess. But this was one time where they always helped me clean it up, even if I struggled with clean up at other times.

    I can’t stop smiling and laughing just thinking about it.

    I will miss this teaching babies and young one year old children now.


    1. But hold on to that memory. Those are the joys that keep our heart leaning forward and a smile on our face. :o) Beautiful memory. Thanks for sharing. Hope things are going well!


  3. Ha, once that emotion erupts, it is like holding a finger to the leaking wall of a dam.

    I remember as a teen visiting with the youth group to another church and unfortunately got the laughers. As a shy kid it was very embarrassing.


      1. could have been worse, could have been in the middle of a church service, had that happen to me as a very young kid, sitting with the class for frist friday service. let me just say it never happened to me in church again,not sure about Patty.


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