Journal #7: Superstitions

I am not exactly very superstitious, but I do have one little superstition that once I was obsessed with. This superstition is that I think a four leaf clover has some good luck in it. I will show you what I mean in this next story.

One day, my brother, dad, and I were playing some football in a field next to the church we attend. As my dad threw the football at me, and I caught it, my brother jumped up and exclaimed, "I found a four leaf clover! I found a four leaf clover!"
"So?" I said in a rude tone, annoyed that he had interrupted our football game.
"So! Four leaf clover are lucky, Lauren! There are only a number of them scattered around, and when you find one, it means you will have good luck for as long as you have it, or until it dies." Obviously, this is not a real win win situation as the clover dies within a couple of days when you pick the plant due to the lack of sun, water, and nutrients. However, I still believed it, being young at the time, and I was jealous that my brother was going to have good luck for months--the time I though it would last--now because of that silly little flower. My dad said, "Great, now put it down, and let's finish our game!" However, he was too late in saying so.

My brother was searching for more four leaf clover in hope of obtaining more good luck. I was running around the field looking for more clover patches. It was a furious race between us to try and obtain the most good luck. I found a large clover patch, got down on my hands and knees and furiously started to pick each little clover plant. I was so set on finding good luck and the status that came with it. (My brother and I were very competitive then, and we still are somewhat, and anything that I got before him or had more of placed me at a higher pedestal than him.) With no luck, I tried to fake the clover by holding another leaf under the three-leaf clover. This attempt failed, and with it, I thought my luck had run out. I thought I would never have any good luck, and I would only have bad luck. However, this turned to be a silly thought. The whole situation got out of control, and rather than having fun playing football, I had no fun, as I found no four leaf clover. Later, my dad told me in secret that four leaf clovers were no luckier than three leaf clovers.
I said, "I know that, and I won't go crazy over them ever again."
Yet, every now and then if I am playing out in our yard, or stretching on the ground during softball, I look for that four leaf clover, hoping to find that small bundle of luck.