Saturday, March 13, 2010

Beginning memories

Not many of us can remember things before starting school. But we often remember things that affect us greatly. I was just an empty headed kid who was pretty young. I don't even remember if I was in school yet or not. But I was playing with some of the older kids in the neighborhood and brought one older girl to my house. We were going to get a Popsicle from the fridge, but heard funny noises in the house. So we walked towards the back of the house and I saw it. My mother and her boss on top of her humping...

I didn't know what it was but I closed the door. Instinct perhaps...but too late the other girl did know what was going on and saw for that few seconds. We snuck back out the house. A few days later the older girl started making sly comments that I didn't understand. All I know is that I felt bad and empty and didn't know why.

I don't remember my father much in my early life. He was in the navy so I suppose he was overseas often. My first bicycle was given to me by that boss. I mistakenly called him daddy a few times. I was just some stupid kid that didn't get it.