childhood memories

The following story may be disturbing, don't be afraid though. It may only cause you to wake up screaming in a cold sweat brought on by the image of two seemingly beautiful and innocent children. They come to you with smiling faces and seem to be drawing you near them and you follow...only to be....
Oh wait, I am getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning.

We begin with two lovely people. They fell in love and got married.
Then they had their firstborn.

A most precious, rosy-cheeked child. Sheer perfection. She was sweet, she was dear and she was after all their first born. The first fruits of their loins. Their amazingly beautiful and loveable daughter.

Then came their second child. Just when they thought life couldn't get any better, they had a son! And not just any son, but a funny, charming, oh so-cuddly and perfect son.

Life was grand.

Then came their third child, another girl. ME. A girl who only wanted to be loved and cherished. (who also happened to look like the sweet baby Eve, check out the resemblance.)

Loved and cherished I was! But, only by mom and dad. They so lovingly called me their Darling Daughter Rebecca. Loved and cherished I was not by the two older children. They hated and despised me. Maybe they were jealous of my parent's love for me. Maybe they wanted more attention. Maybe they just had some deep-seeded desire to hurt me, the perfect child.

Take a good hard look at these faces
If they don't send you screaming in fear by the end of this story then you, my friend, are Wonder Woman or Superman, or simply, CRAZY!

Let us continue. Fast forward about 7 years. We find ourselves in a house with a long dirt lane and a big green yard. To the front of the yard is a fence which borders a cow pasture. Over the fence and through the cow pasture you would find one of a few canals that we spent our time in as kids. Swimming in, throwing rocks in, rescuing birds in....all manner of fun and childish things.
And what do you find in a cow pasture? besides cows?
That's right. Cow patties. or Cow pies. or Flying saucers or whatever you called cow POOP when you were little. Those were so fun. The best was to find the ones that looked dried up...but when bombarded with rocks, would splatter poop all around. Of course, sometimes you hit one that was just fully dried and that was no fun. And sometimes you found fresh ones that would splatter so far and so loud you couldn't help but laugh. It was great!!
I used to love cow patties. Just like any other normal kid who lived near a cow pasture.

Until the fateful day when...

when...
someone got bored with the usual throwing rocks in the cow pies.
when...
two people decided a "better" use for cow crap.

when...
they decided to load up a long stick with cow poop and...fling it.

Fling it where you ask?

at me.

I got a face-full of cow crap.
I was spray painted with cow pattie.
I was completely covered in cow poo.
I was splattered with cow dung.
I was bombarded with cow pie.

I had two horrible, devilish, downright EVIL people loading up long sticks with fresh cow pie and throwing it at me, at my body, at my FACE! EVERYWHERE.
They would not stop. Amidst the cries and the pleading and the begging of them to not throw poop at me, they kept on doing it....all the while laughing their evil laughs and crying tears of joy at the torture they were dealing out.
Even when I begged them to stop because I was wearing one of my dad's gray pocket T's and he would not like cow poop on it, they kept on doing it.
Even when I would go under water to rid myself of the nasty, green, slimy, poop, as soon as I would come up, they would be ready again with they launching sticks...

and so it went.

I still have nightmares to this day.

poop in my face,

poop stinging my wet skin,

being painted in cow crap.

(now go cry and cower in your bed, like I do every time I see these two faces....)