I have had a sudden flood if memories from my childhood that relate to my condition. I wanted to write them down before I forget them again.
My stepmother was a monster. I always hated her after she married my father and let her true colors shine through. She was extremely religious and made me learn Bible verses and say my nightly prayers. Always the same boring “As I lay me down to sleep” drudgery.
I remember one night she and I fought for who knows what reason, but I remember deciding that I wanted her dead. Rather than say the usual prayer before bedtime, I modified it.
“As I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord your soul to reap.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord your neck to break.”
That’s all I can remember.
My dad would sometimes take me with him to visit his friends. One time when I was 6 or 7, we were at his friend Ricky’s house. He had an old house, one with those air conditioning vents on the floor rather than the ceiling. Ricky also had a new kitten. Dad and Ricky went out back for something and left me alone with the kitten. I pried one of the a/c vents open, picked up the kitten, stuffed it down the duct, and replaced the vent.
I never found out what happened to that cat.