Pain

I have been in alot of pain in my life. Some of it of my own doing, some of it from my Mother's hand. This post is in response to what Blondie wrote.

I was about seven years old. I was playing Basketball for the Boy's Club, and was on the #1 Team....pretty good for a bench warmer.

We used to keep rolls of pennies in a basket next to the Living Room closet. Since there was a few gumball machines at the Club, I decided I should take some pennies, and have a Fiesta. I hid two rolls of pennies in my gym shorts (I was packing ladies!) When I got there for the game, I gave one roll to my friend Lee, and kept one for myself. All I remember is eating lots of those colored licorice candies, they were like Mike-N-Ikes, but with licorice flavoring.

Anyways, I ate all fifty cents worth in that roll. Somehow Mom found out a day or so later.

To this day I remember a wooden spoon broken across my ass, only to have another one appear. I remember screaming at Mom to stop. I remember the blows coming faster and faster, I remember a long hall way, and traveling the distance to the rythmn of my Mom's hand. I remember the end, and that's it for that day.

Two days later I was outside watching a Movie (I lived across the street from a Drive-In) My Dad came up to me, told me I was the man of the house, and that he was leaving. I remember feeling pride because I was now THE MAN, bewilderment as to what that meant, and sadness because it was my fault that Dad left...because of the pennies.

I remember getting on my knees and praying that Dad would come home. I remember finding him in Mom's bedroom one morning, knocking off a piece, and being confused...how come Dad still had to leave?


I remember alot....I'm scared of what I don't remember.