The Groin Family.

My mother reminded me of a funny memory the other day.

I've been writing stories for a long time. A long time. (And no, I'm still not published. Don't hate!) And one of my first few stories were all about a family that moved to America from France. Why? I don't know. Probably because I loved writing about families (I was the youngest of three, and often left behind by my older brothers, who were each others best friend. Boo hoo for me.) and I lived in a rural farming community in Washington State. France was as exotic as it could get for a girl who grew up surrounded by wheat fields.

Well, the adventures of this family varied...sometimes the stories were just as simple as going out to dinner and spilling their table over. Other times they had adventures in alternate worlds. (I was never much of a fantasy/sci fi writer...but I certainly tried!) But the most interesting thing about this family was their name, hence, the names of the books:

The Adventures of the Groin Family

Um.................woops. I thought that was a french last name.

I didn't realize it was a word that mean ones CROTCH. I remember the day my parents told me that I'd made a mistake. I'd drawn a picture of the Groin Family (pronounced "Grow-IN"...very french.) and held it out for my parents to see. We'd been in the car at the time, driving to Priest Lake, Idaho, for the weekend, and my dad almost drove off the road because he was laughing so hard. That's when the true meaning behind "Groin" was explained to me.

Anyway, now that I am attempting to start a career in writing, my mother thought it was a good time to remind me of where I started. With the Groin Family. I guess I've come a long way, right?

....right?

Here's to the Groins.

Brooke Moss.