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| The Cord Oh, good lord... I was so young when this happened. Maybe about 3 or 4... maybe even 5 and I remember it. My mother used to work at the police department in CT and she stopped in one day for whatever reason and I went in with her. So I'm standing there in the lobby while she's talking with the other ladies that worked up front. And I spotted the bathroom... Now, when you're that age, you never really need to go. You just want to see what's in that door. But, being curious, I told my mom I needed to go potty and hopped myself inside bringing my toys with me... Well after a while my mom went to check on me and I've got my toys littered all over in the sink just playing around. And she spotted the emergency cord by the toilet... and she said those words that parents are never supposed to say to a young'un. "Don't pull that cord."... So she closes the door and what do I do? I zoom right in on that cord, eye it over a moment then decide it's time to see why I shouldn't pull that cord. I swear, once I gave that thing a good tug and the fire alarms started going off in the whole building I did need to use the bathroom for real. My mother opened the door to collect me and all I saw were all the officers rushing through the lobby to get outside. And my mother said that I just had that wide eyed, near to tears, look on my face... The Chief of police was there when I started crying... wailing... just screaming because of all the noise and everybody rushing around. Well, they reset the alarm with no damage done but I kept crying and crying. The Chief tried to calm me down by offering me a lollypop but I wouldn't take it. After a while I suppose I got tired and calmed down... Then I asked, "Can I have my lollypop now?" Running Away Fifth grade! I had this teacher named Mr. Sinkwitz or something close to that... I don't know how he spells it. But he was absolutely terrifying. Our elementary school was set up in a 'T' fashion roughly... More like a mix of a 'T' and a 'U' pasted on top. The gym, caffeteria, and offices were down in the stem part. Off down the left corridor were the younger grades... Kindregarten down at the way end, then first, then second and so on. Down the right corridor were all the higher grades. Fifth being way at the end... And Mr. Stinkwitz there had his class in the very last room in the hallway. But when he yelled at us the kindergarten could hear it. So naturally, I was afraid of him. It was getting around that time of year when the parent confrences were held. And on top of that, we had tests... Well one day, I went in and Stinkwitz told me I'd done bad on a test and he was going to tell my parents that night when they came in. Well, regardless of my fear of the teacher from hell, I was afraid of my father. And that's just what I needed! Getting in trouble at school then getting trouble at home, too... So when I got back from school I played it cool. Waited until my parents left for the confrence then snagged my backpack, a few comic books, my carebear, and my blankie and took off for the backyard. I was too afraid to go anywhere else really. So I went way back and hid in the bushes down by the stream there. I don't know how long I was there but it was getting dark when my neighbor and my brother found me. Shivering and clinging onto my blanket and my carebear... I think the biggest lesson I've learned from this experience was to never be afraid. I'll never let fear control me like that again. The Fight Growing up I was generally left alone. No one really picked on me. No, I wasn't the prettiest in the school. No, I wasn't the most popular but most everyone knew me. In the early stages of high school I had a brooding effect going on with my personality. Sophmore year I was feared by people in my own class and in the Freshman class. Well, I didn't really think much of myself back then. I was all for my friends. And when they came to me and said there was a Freshman bad mouthing them and they wanted me to beat her up I said, "Yeah, don't worry about it." I mean, my friends are in trouble, right? Even now if a friend of mine said there was someone bugging the hell out of them I'd defend 'em... Probably not with fists but I would if it came down to it... But, back to the story, my friends asked and I delivered. Heading out to the bus I ran into the girl with my friends tagging along... I shoved her pretty hard and she fell but I didn't attack right then. I just told her to watch her ass tomorrow if she knew what was good for her then hopped on the bus before someone caught me. The next morning, I entered the lobby of the high school with my friends waiting in their usual spot... and we waited. Watching the doors like a pack of hungry wolves. Though when I picture it now it seems more like I was the wolf and my friends were the vultures waiting to pick up what was left of the carnage. But, anyhow, when the girl came in through the doors I followed. My friends followed me. The girl didn't notice this until we were in one of the stairwells there and I swear I've never seen fear like that before so close up. But I didn't really care at that point. I grabbed her arm so she couldn't run then decked her once across the jaw. Hard enough to knock her down. But it wasn't enough... My friends were cheering me on behind me. They wanted blood. So I hit her again before I let her go and kicked her in the ass on her way up the stairs... I remember I was wearing my class ring, too. I don't know why that stands out other than it cut my finger good and left a bloody imprint on her face... I was never proud of doing it. I never felt bad about it either. I never felt anything back then... I'd gotten suspended from school for a week for that and I'd heard from a few friends via phone that the girl was more scared than bruised up... The thing that really opened my eyes, however, was when I got back to school. Continue |