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FISHING I REMEMBER WHEN I WAS LITTLE

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I was sort of witness to this one would say. I will make this as short as possible for you.

Two sisters went on a camping trip with the rest of the family, this family was quite large. Seven girls and two boys . . .The boys were the babies per say, they were among the last three children added to this unit, boy girl boy. Bully for them. [Just saying].

These two sisters were of the older bunch of kids,  third oldest and fourth in line, but not friends of any kind. This older one in this story had no use for any of her siblings only to use them as a desperate add-on at the time, as she would have,  none,  of her outside friends with her for what she wanted to do . . .So she would choose out of these individuals how who, would most likely play part in her scheme. That was the only way she cared about her family, useless until needed. [ This is useful information ].

This particular early morning, her over night plan came into play . . .She wanted to go fishing down by the bridge but not alone . . .She need a reliable partner. Someone who would cause no problems, someone who would need no help from her at any time. Someone she could trust not to take off while she was busy. She chose number four.

Number four . . .Number four.   Number four was different from all the kids put together, although,  all the children had that,  of the unusual,  up-bringing. Number four was a tad bit, heavier,  into the unusual. By the age of seven things like this happened to her.

  • Given away at four months.
  • Kidnapped by her father at sixteen months.
  • Lived here for a while.
  • Lived there for a while.
  • Put in an orphanage.
  • Given to her grandmother.
  • Run over by horse and buggy.
  • Hit by car
  • Hit by car the day she left the hospital after a two and half month stay. Minutes after her arrival home. They forgot to tell her a bridge was built.
  • Run down by a much older cousin, by the time her mother got to her he had hit her three times with his car, knocking her down . . .She kept getting up.
  • At the age of seven she still stands on her feet and wonders about things.
  • At the age of seven her mother took her to live with the rest of the unit. 

Number four . . .Stranger.

So morning came and the older sister’s plan was in play. She woke number four up and talked her into going fishing down by the bridge. She coursed number four into this by saying this would make mommy and daddy happy that we caught lots of fish. Number fours eyes opened wide to think she could make mommy happy. She went fishing with her bigger sister who at the time was 12 and number four was not quite 11 years of age.

This little fishing outing was indeed a wrong thing to do when you think about it. For one thing they had to take their father’s good fishing rods and gear without permission. But as long as the fish were going to be for everyone for supper, plus the surprise, number four had in her young mind, the thought of asking was way forgotten. So off they went with ALL,  the fishing equipment they could carry, and the tool box. You know . . .Incase a hook was to deep inside a fish’s mouth, number four knew how to remove it using pliers.

Is daddy going to be mad? No,  she told number four, he will enjoy eating the fish. Okay then. That was all she need to hear, daddy was not going to get mad. So off they snuck . . .I will say snuck as everyone else was sleeping including mommy. Daddy had to go to town, he would be gone for a long time. And they were not allowed to leave going anywhere on their own.

After the two girls had themselves situated and the rods ready with hooks and new dangley spinners, and bobbins and sinkers, they each did their best to cast the lines out as far as they could get them, in hopes,  of catching a nice amount of fish.  Number four then asked the question . . .Why did you ask me?   Because i don’t have to watch you and listen to you cry to go back to the tent. Number four smiled. She was proud to the one picked.

It was not long when her big sister had a fish on the end of her line, they were both excited, right up until the fish was out of the water and being reeled in closer to get it off the hook and fish for more.  This fish was indeed a nice size for these two young girls. But just as it was in hands reach the fish wiggled it’s self off the line and jumped back into the water. This action done by the fish gave number four a strange feeling. “Wow, did you see that? . . .Did you see his eyes? it looked afraid . . .It looked like it wanted away from someone behind us.” What? Her big sister turned as number four turned to look behind themselves and sure enough . . .There was someone. A grown man with his pants down around his ankles and coming down the embankment towards them. The big sister yelled . . .RUN!   And they both did. They took off as fast as they could without taking anything with them. They left everything, hook, line and sinker. They each ran in different directions in hopes not to be caught.   They were not caught this time, by this old pervert, but it is not the end of the story. 

 

 

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I REMEMBER WHEN I WAS LITTLE

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I was given away and nobody wanted to hold me and i was run over by horse and buggy and hit by car three times.  I remember the train tracks and bridge running high above the water, and the large logs floating up the river. I remember all to well how you touched me.

I was three and you were 18. I tried not to cry and you practised. I learned to follow your every word,  so you would not hurt me. I remember all to well your toy army jeeps and army-men, your cowboys and indians, and even you going in. I remember when i was little i belonged to you until i was seven.

I was sent somewhere else to be beat until i was 15, and ended up raped on school grounds.

I was attacked four times between the age of 10 and 18 that i remember and stocked at the age of twenty-one. I remember when i was little.  I lived with my grandparents and you.

 

 

JEFF BRIDGES AGAIN

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There he is looking back at me in the mirror, sure hope the guy is doing well and all is well.  But there i see him once again with that who are you look on the face looking back at me.  Who is that face i say . . .Why that is Jeff. Then that little smirk appears  Yeah that one. Why do i look like him?

I don’t mind this look though whatever this is,  each day or so i see my self looking like Mr. Bridges . . .When my hair was just that much shorter,  i could have sworn i looked just like ELLEN . . .The kids didn’t think so . . .But what do they know?  [ I'd say they were jealous ], myself . . . They throw the old  look a like TOM SELLECK 

Tom look-a-like

Yes i do i look like TOM

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thing at me, but it just don’t wash. They do not look anything like good old Tom.

Me on the other hand have a character muse, hiding out somewhere in my being and i do tend to act out things on a daily basis . . . [ But that is not my fault ]. That is the cause of my up bringing and that was,  is, another time. {Imagine living an everyday life, from the age of five to the age of fifteen,  practicing to be the best spy in the whole wide world} . . . I did my best to win out double-o-seven. Seventy-seven SUN SET STRIP.   TELEVISION WAS MY TEACHER, back then, everything else was just trying to stay alive.

WHEN THEY TOLD ME I WAS RUN OVER BY HORSE AND BUGGY . . .I freak’en died laughing.  I was 47 seven when they told me. how funny is that.  Funny to me as i all  ready knew i was hit by car three times.  The second time was me running out to save a mouth full of pop, the very day i arrived home from the hospital, from the first time . . .Yes i remember . . .I remember all to well.  The third time to me is still unknown to my memories, but my MOTHER remembers all to well . . .What i remember is the very instant my Mother told me of this third run down by a car. [ She was in some sort of spin out state ], warning me of this person who just happened in the room . . .Just all of a sudden she gave this panic cry for me to come to her.   And i did and she told me,  this man ran you down three times,  before i could stop him and pick you up.  What? He was the man who hit me coming from the store then on the bridge?      NO . . .Oh then what . . .

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No he ran you down three times, every time you got up he ran you down and before i could get to him and get you,  he ran you down three times, You stay the hell away from him.  I said Wow why would he do that,  and how come i don’t know this or remember. Who is he and why is he here. He is related to the family.  what did i do to him to make him run me down . . .Was i bad?   No He just wanted to see if he could kill you.   This is all very nice to know but that too was a different time. RIGHT NOW IS Bridges and i  have to go out in the public and  play bingo with my mother. But then i get to listen to her stories of old,  lots of them are amazing, some are fun and lots are the stories where you may say.   I had to walk two miles in the snow every day just to make 10 cents,  and i didn’t have any boots. Yeah that’s nice mom. I had a lot of had to,  too.  But i Love being with mom . . .She takes me as i am and lets me be. And if it is in the mood of looking like Jeff Bridges then that is how she will take me. Lets all pray i don’t grow whiskers now just like his.

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YOUR GRAND CHILDREN IN THEIR CARE

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Are they safe?  Your grand children in their care, are the children as safe as you think they are?

With me

Do you care?  Do you wonder about your grand children in their care?

OUCH not with me

Little grand children in their care, huge blisters.

BURNEDPoor little baby. The pictures did not turn out well, i may have stood to close. Oh wait, he was on my lap. BUT THIS COULD HAPPEN ANYWHERE, even at home if no one is paying attention and the stove is on . . .After they see us at the stove all the time.The skin is so very thick but the bubbles are big.

Even at home with you taking care.  They do what they think is a good idea at the time.  After finding the idea was bad  they still do it.

Standing on his toy and fell down.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I am sure we all had our mishaps with our own children and now,  our grand children,  and glad how they just bounce back. I know how my very own children fell and got hurt and bounced back. I myself was hit by car three times and run over by horse and buggy.   And look at me now.  Always looking like i am still in the hands of another. 

 

I 3, degree burned myself on my arm and boob . . .Say what?

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
There is no picture of my burn on my boob but the scar is there from this December, 2011 pass.  I was in the process of  dumping out boiling water with salve in it.   I made cause for the liquid to spill something like in a back wash.  OUCH.  My arm is a slight scaring now but by summer it will be gone.  I did how ever,  took pictures of the blister on my boob, but the pictures looked  porn-ish  so i did not keep them. Ugly yellow puss though . . .And i made sure not to break the skin, keep it unharmed until the liquid went back into my flesh and the skin dried and started to peel.   
 
But my grand child was off in the care of others for the day and came back early as he touched the stove . . .?   He touched the stove?  Now i cringe at his tiny fingers and pray the skin does not break . . .Oh my God the mess he would have and the infections he could get . . .I can’t stand it.  Poor little thing cause he plays like nothing is wrong at all . . . GRAND CHILDREN ARE THE BEST. BRAVE little ponies,  all of them,  girl or boy mind or no.
THE END

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