Yesterday collectives: 1
Still vivid in my memory
When I was 3 years old or so
My grandfather would pour tiny drops of beer in my red plastic cup
I would sip it and with a sour look on my face, smile at my grandfather.
My parents and my grandmother wouldn't know till I became an adult.
My grandfather is a legend.
My grandfather came home from the ranch
....All bloodied up
His shirt and pants ripped, smeared with grass stains, mud and blood.
I was drawing colors, and my grandmother was making breakfast
He calmly walked in the kitchen and said
"Hey honey ...a cow tried to kill me"
I was confused and scared
When I was 5 years old
There was a neighbor girl ..also 5
Her name was Charlotte
One time she came over to visit.
My aunts would tease me to her
...I was scared, I hid under a bed
I lost confidence in talking to girls till I turned 20
When I was around 5 years old
My grandmother took me to a funeral
I didn't know who she
I think she was a relative
Curious I wanted to see what's in the casket
My grandmother probably decided it's time I become a man
So she allowed me to take a look what's inside
She looked young
She looked pretty
I thought looking at a pretty young girl made me a man
When I was 5 years old or so
I was left at home with a baby sitter
A stranger knocked at the front door
When the baby sitter went to see who it was
The stranger pointed a gun at her
He smelled like beer and alcohol
I don't know who he was but I remember being scared shitless
I ran to the back in the garage
I panicked
I tried to hide under the stairs but I know i was still exposed
I eventually found of what I thought a clever hiding spot for a 5 year old
....under our old red Mitsubishi Lancer
I was crying trying not to make a sound
I forgot what happened next but all I remember was my grandfather's brother Junior found me and picked me up and I felt safe.
I don't know what happened that day
But I peed my pants
I was about 9 or 10 years old
There was a boy next door
He happened to be my uncle who just also happened to be a kid like me.
About a year older
But he kept bullying me for years
And for years I was scared of him
He was bigger
Had more friends
The other kids would listen to him because he was taller and took command
I remember he would constantly pick on me.
One day
it was his birthday
And he purposely spilled my plate while I was eating
...it was spaghetti
High of his birthday celebration
He wanted to play fight with me
So the other kids gathered around and insisted we should play fight
I was hesitant, I didn't want to do it
I didn't want to get hit
But he hit me right on the lip
Now it just so happened I watched a lot of Jackie chan and Bruce lee movies
So in slow motion
like Bruce lee
I took my hand and wipe my lip
Then looked at my hands as if there was blood just as Bruce lee would
(There was no blood)
And I stared at him with an angry face
And screamed angrily at the top of my lungs
"Aaaaarrrgghhhh"
And just went nuts and clenched his head and kicked him on the stomach with my knees
over and over and over and over again
He never messed with me since.