reply to post by Maddogkull
I remember when I was about a year and a half that a guy named Dutch used to come home from work in the coal mines. He never showered after work,
waiting until he came home to clean up. I would be playing in the dirt of our little front yard and he would walk towards me and yell, "Booga Booga,
I am the Boogey man!" That scared the crap out of me, this old man covered in black, just the white of his eyes and the red of his lips showing
through the coal dust, What a freaking nightmare this man was.
At the age of two, my family moved to Cincinnati. I was so happy to be away from this nasty man. I remember, I had just turned two, My dad had gone on
before us to secure us a place to live and had gotten a job in a mattress factory, We moved into a huge building., Yeah, just two stories high, but
way larger than any house I had ever seen. It was an apartment house. Red bricks, a big concrete porch. 5 families living there. I remember standing
in awe as I looked up at this huge house in a huge city. It was awesome. Yet, scary. But not as scary as Dutch.
This house soon became a house of horrors for me. Dutch was just an amusement after all. What became of my mom and dad, once they were out of their
element, from the little country coal mining town of Mentzel, Pennsylvania, was all poured upon my three older sisters and me. I would have hugged
Dutch instead of what befell us all when we moved to Cincinnati.
Back in Pennsylvania, still 2 years old or younger, our back yard overlooked a deep rut with a rushing stream in it. My sister, the youngest one, who
was two years older than me, was sitting with me as we dangled our feet over the edge, watching the stream flow, waiting for a train to go by on the
other side of the rut. We were eating peaches. She told me that if I swallowed a peach pit, a peach tree would grow out of my stomach and the branches
would come out my nose, my mouth and my ears, Heh, So I swallowed the peach pit and laughed at her. She got very upset because she didn't want me to
become a peach tree. lol. Jeeze, I was worried for days that maybe, just maybe she was right, and I would become a peach tree. LOL. Oh, yeah, I had a
tough poop a day later, lol.
My first dream that I can recall? Just a little tyke at the time. My dream was that I was escaping my mother's womb. And I sure wanted out of that
womb. There was evil chasing me and I had to escape. And it was taking so damn long to get to the light.
Dayum! Pop was always trying to get into the place I wanted out of.