Journal 30

Story of my life part 1.

When I was younger, Thomas babby sat me. Him and his sister leela (sp?). This was before i even went to school. He let me play over his house sometimes, and he bought me shit. One I remember was this motorcycle that had a rider on it in a white jump suit with blue stars on the sides. You put him in this thing and crank a wheel and he would shoot out doing a wheelie. It was, at the time, the coolest toy ever. And my idol gave it to me. I kept it for a long time.

Flash forward a couple years. Thomas stops comming around. He is a bit older and I dont know what he was doing. It's my first day of shcool. I was optimistic, I was gonna be a big kid with lots of friends.

So I get on the bus, and who do I see? Thomas, and a firend. They were a lot older, but we were friends before so it's ok. I sit down next to him. He says something to the affect of "Um, NO!" and moves seats. I go into shock. What? Why not? Then starts the torment that lasted until I moved from Hollis, New Hampshire. He started making fun of me and my family. The fact that we lived on a farm. Anything I loved he, and all his friends attacked. From Kintergarden, until 3rd grade. That shit turns my stomach to this day. I still haven't forgiven him. I never will. I hope he fucking burns in hell in pile of his own shit. If he were in a wheel chair today id tip it over like they did on Forest Gump.

So that was the start of a beautiful childhood. I remember some of the shit they said, but really I refuse to say it. I refuse to think about it, to focus my mind on it. Shit people can't control should be left alone. Maybe I'm a better person because of the shit, maybe a 14 year grudge is knda crazy. But I consider that the destruction of my childhood in a way, or at least the start of it.