Jan
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My pop taught me this word in the 6th grade. We used to drive 45 minutes every morning to my school (we lived way out in the woods and it’s a long story why I didn’t go to the local school). This was pretty much the only time I had my pop to me and we used to have long and very deep (as deep as a 12 year-old could get, anyway) conversations.
One day we crossed a bridge and noticed there was a very strange natural phenomenon happening on the lake. The lake we were crossing had wisps of fog that looked like thousands and thousands of little ghostly branches. Pop and I stopped the car to look at the phenomenon and he turned to me and said, “That’s ominous!” Being the wordy nerdy I was (and still am), I just absolutely loved the way ominous rolled off my tongue as I tried it out for the first time like a luscious strawberry. Even now, 20 years later, every time I’ve used the word ominous in his presence, I still get a belly laugh out of him.
Ominous. Doesn’t that just send chills up your spine?!
Carrie
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