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Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Gold Chain Baby Gender Test
Last weekend I became acquainted with the old wives' tale which holds the myth that the movement of a gold chain can predict the genders of the children the person - who's being tested - will have. Every person who was there that night willingly did this test, and were quite stimulated. Precisely, this included my nan, mother, aunt, sister, and me. Despite the fact that there is only one genuine myth, the precision of the execution of this can be distorted in many different ways; such as the part of the body the chain must be lingering above, and which movements of the chain determine what. We did it the way my aunt informed us how it was done, for she was the most experienced in this particular superstitious and mythological aspect of life. Well, superstitious is how I regarded it the moment it was mentioned, but the procedure soon transpired to have an uncanny accuracy. My nan was the first to have a go. She laid her hand out in front, palm facing the ceiling, and my aunt held the chain between her thumb and index finger. My aunt then slowly brought the chain up until it gently swayed above my nan's palm. A seemingly slow pair of seconds elapsed before any genuine force of an unknown origin was applied to the chain, and it swayed in a circular motion. This signified a girl. The second time, the chain moved back and forth, which manifested a boy. And then the consecutive movements signified two girls. The fifth time, the chain did not move at all above the palm, and this meant that no more children were to be born from this person. Every answer was correct, for my nan truly did have a girl, a boy, and two more girls. My mother then did it, and the chain's movement resembled a boy, a girl, and another boy. This again matched realism, and we were nothing but dumbfounded. Then my aunt performed it, and her prediction was correct as well. My sister was next in turn. Vague the results are to me now, but when I do reminisce upon that night, I can remember that she was to have three children. And when I was foretold of my children's births, it came to be that I would have five. A boy, a girl, a boy, a girl, and another boy respectively. I was confounded by this divination, for I never anticipated having that amount of children. Despite the bizarre precision of the results, I refused to believe this, but the notion of this being true worms its way through to my contemplation from time to time.
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woah, that is genuinely profound, 'nuff said.
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