This was created for the What's Your Story contest.
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Those were the days that we moved around a lot.
My dad was in the air-force when I was born. I was born in SD and so was one other bother. We moved from there to England where another brother of mine was born. I was three years old when my parents split up in Florida. My dad went to jail and my mother took us to California for a short time. We then went to live in Colorado. We lived in a lot of small towns: Paonia, Delta, Sumerset, Hotchkiss, Oak Creek, Craig, and other small mountain towns.
I was in a different school from the 3rd or 4th grade on up until I graduated. - During my senior year of high school I had to repeat freshman English. I wasn't very happy about nor did I try to pass the class. The teacher just passed me and said, "Good luck."
I wish I had the chance to meet my family members. Maybe that isn't exactly true. I mean, I have been avoiding looking at my family tree for as long as I can remember. I have a lot of anger directed at my mother and father. I really need to take care of myself so that I may let go of the anger and rage.
Spiders! I used to run so fast away when I spotted one of them. Even the daddy-long-legs terrified me. They don't bother me too much any more. I'm not going to touch many of them, but I'll look and leave them alone without going into panic fight mode.
Bees! Oh my! I was stung as a child. I was playing outside in a sandbox of some sort when I felt something land on my head. I placed my hand on top of my hand and started screaming. My hand swelled up. I can still feel how hot and swollen my hand gotten. From that day forth until around the age of twelve, if I caught one flying anywhere near me, I would flip the fuck out. I Went NUTS!
Around the age of twelve is when I got stung again. I was able to bush off the stinger without pushing the ball of poison into my system. Never again was I afraid to get stung by a bee. They are quite friendly if you don't make a big fuss over them.
Have you ever been outside with meat in your hand when a wasp comes? Have you let the wasp land on your meat and watch it eat? They are kind of like ants. They chew out a nug and fly, or walk, away with it back to the hive I presume.
I have a fear of writing. I sit down to write a fantasy scene and get distracted by everything. I am twitching in my chair, fighting with the muscles of my legs, just anything to keep me from writing a few words down to get me started. Hey look at this distraction right here. It will only take a minute. … haha! Was I always like this?
We had many pets while growing up. I've had pigs, cows, chickens, sheep, cats, dogs, birds, insects ... There were a lot. We only lived on a farm a couple of times. My mother always had animals around us regardless.
I have been horse back riding as a kid. One of the times on a mountain trail, I was bucked off with another man's leg coming down on me as I smash onto the rocks on the ground. You see, the horse didn't like water puddles. When It saw a puddles, it went into a crazy bucking spree. I imagine the horse having visions of Mr. Ed and exclaiming, "He's coming to get me!" The man I was holding onto told me when it was over and done with that I did a good job of hanging on. If it wasn't for his leg coming around like it did, we could have gone a full seven seconds and longer.
I shot a bird in the chest with a BB gun. I didn't have the intension to eat it. I just wanted to see what would happen. I didn't like looking at the bird flapping it's wings while the blood spilled out from it's chest. A sick feel came over me. I buried the bird in our yard and haven't killed an animal I haven't intended to eat since.
Possibly having all of the animals around us kept her, mom, a little sane. Without them, she may have taken out her rage on us kids more than she already was doing. It is tough to be a single mother with no family and close friends to rely on for help and guidance.
This hasn't happened for me yet other than seeing things out of the corner of my eyes. It happened a lot more when I was younger. I used to see a lot of cats.
I can recall of woman sitting next to a tree. She was gone the moment I turn my head to look at her.
The scary movies we got to watch from time to time as a small boy made me think there were creatures under the bed just waiting for me to make one slip up before they would be able to grab me. "The Creature From The Black Lagoon" is the one I remember seeing first.
Yes, energy exists. It takes on many different forms. Some of those forms are Angelic beings.
ALL THE FUCKING TIME. Some of this is due to me being an introvert. Smoking weed doesn't help me be more talkative either. I really have to do more working getting inside. For far too long have I been on the outside. It is difficult to build meaningful relationships if one is moving every year. I really don't do myself any favors by keeping away from people as much as I do.
