When I read John Scalzi's Weekend Assignment 121 I knew right away what I wanted to write about. Here's the assignment:
Weekend Assignment #121: Do whatever you want, so long as it somehow involves the number 11. Memories of being eleven, lists that have eleven positions on them, collections of eleven similar objects -- hey, whatever you want. As long as the number eleven is somehow involved, it's all good. For those of you thinking about being sneaking and using binary notation: no "11, base 2." We're talking binary number 1011 here, pal.
Okay, so what did I think of right away? 11 fingers! That's right, my sister Val was born with 11 fingers. The 11th finger grew out of the pinky on her left hand. The finger was removed when she was a baby, but if you look real closely you can see what remains of it in this photo (right side of the picture - on the pinky).
There's an interesting story about how it was removed. When Val was a newborn, the first thing that the doctors did was tie a black nylon string around it in hopes of removing its blood flow, thereby causing it to fall off. (I kid you not, my mom tells us this!) When that failed to work, the finger was surgically removed (fingernail and all!).
Extra credit: Grab a book, open it to page 11, and write out the 11th sentence.
Okay, I grabbed the nearest book to me. It is a book that I just bought for my niece (to give to her son). It is called Read with Dick and Jane. Opening to page 11, I see there are not even 11 sentences, LOL. Oh come on now, this book is made easy for children. I just LOVE this book, it was my reader in first grade. Getting back to the subject, I will read sentence eight, because it is the closest thing I can find: Run and find Mother. Dick is saying that to Spot. Read the book to find out if Spot saves the day, I won't spoil it for you and tell you the ending.
God bless, Krissy :)