Flashback Part II

So when I was very very young I was a fire and brimstone preacher. I would gather the neighborhood children and tell them the were all going to hell. My mom heard me once tell Larry: "Lair-wey (I couldn't say my R's because I had a short tongue)....Lair-wey, you are going to hell". Larry ran away sobbing. He's probably a serial killer now. At least it was out of love.....I was genuinely concerned about their eternal salvation. This continued until I was about 7 I think. I must have learned that one tends to isolate oneself when you tell everyone so directly they are going to hell.

I also used to make my sister's life miserable. Poor Grace. She was so sweet with her glasses and curly hair. I would make her play doctor and she always had to be the patient. She had to drink the "medicine" I gave her or she would die. The "medicine" usually consisted of hot sauce, pepper, and whatever else smelled really spicy. She never got to be doctor.

One time Andy was chasing me around the house and I grabbed a knife. I had no intention of doing anything with it....we were laughing. But all the sudden he got really serious and told on me. Next thing I knew I was writing 100 times "I will not pull a knife on Andy". What a downer to a fun game.

I also ruled the playground at school. Ryan loved me and gave me junk food all the time. I still shunned him and did not let him participate in whatever game I had deemed we were playing. He curled up once in a ball and started sobbing. I was asked for an explanation as to why I had made this young boy cry. I replied he was a sissy and I hadn't done anything.

As you can tell, I was a dear sweet child. Perhaps there is some insight here to my near obsession with Nelly Oleson?? Hahaha!!