"It was during these early years that I was plagued with a
reoccurring nightmare of a giant green, dinosaur-like serpent. I had been enduring this for sometime (a
week? a month?). One day I determined
that I would just take a knife and slay the beast and be done with it. The next night, during the dream I did
it. And that was that. I couldn’t abide scary movies – or the wicked
witch of the west for that matter! Life
at night seemed like enough to handle.
One night I peered out my bedroom window to see if mom and dad were home
by looking for the car in the driveway.
It wasn’t there so I went out and sat under the streetlight in the road
until they came home.
On another occasion I did the same -- looked out for the car -- and once
again it was not there. This time I just
went across the street knocked on the Campbell’s door and spent the night with
them. The next day I found out that mom
and dad had been home -- the car had been at the mechanic’s shop."
1 comment:
Interesting to hear from the 'child's point of view! I never could stand scary movies either, in fact, I still can't. You were such a special little boy...at times I get flashback of that sweet little boy. Luvmom
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