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John
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« Reply #45 on: July 28, 2002, 06:01:36 PM » |
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>ones more because they're not as predictable. Mostly it was just a grab of the
>arm and would send us to the chamber. (which was our room. Back then it was
>punishment..we didn't have tvs, vrcs and game systems in them to keep us
>occupied..it was hell! Plus we practically lived outdoors as kids.)
I was never much of an outdoors person. Too hot in the summer, too cold in the winter. Fall is good, right around Halloween.
I was always afraid that my father would get mad and smash all my stuff. I used to have a plastic Mickey Mouse bank that I'd put any loose change into and after several years, it must have weighed 5 pounds or more. It always sat on top of a chest of drawers, which got a little cluttered, but not that bad. Also, for Christmas one year, I'd gotten a large, snap-together model kit of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, which was my favorite thing at the time and which was standing on the floor next to the chest. One day my father told me to clean the top of it. I didn't think it was bad at all, but I took a few things off, straightened up the rest and thought I did a good job. My father came in later, saw that it didn't meet his definition of 'clean', whatever that was and just took his arm and swept everything off the top of it, including a glass ashtray (both my parents have always smoked heavily and there were ashtrays in every room in the house). Of course the heavy bank landed right on top of the dinosaur model sending pieces flying in every direction. I didn't realize it at the time, but it didn't actually break, it just came apart. My father didn't care though. You have to understand that anything that isn't important to him, just plain isn't important, period. He has very little consideration for others.
>o/~ memories..out of the corner of my mind, misty water colored memories..of
>the way we were
Were? He's still like that. A few years ago, he got p**sed about something and broke all but one the new coffee mugs that my mother had just bought a month or so before.
His favorite thing to say is that he has to walk around on 'eggshells' for fear of upsetting everyone. Of course he never stops to consider that when other people get annoyed they sulk, pout and act crabby, when he gets annoyed he basically throws a tantrum. He explain this as he has to 'vent'. Like I said, he has very little consideration for anyone else.
>I don't really remember much..lol. I think he threated for us to get out of the car
>and he was leaving us but i think they calmed him down and we moved on. ;-)
>thank god or i'd probably still be somewhere in arizona.
Oh darn! And I thought it was going to be something juicy! ;)
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