Cabrina Day Nursery is a fucking concentration camp for minature human beings.
Encircled with barbwire, the spit and moss covered statues broken and battered litter the ground, empty swingsets and seesaws that scream tetnus are placed in the most dangerous places possible, and I hear nothing from ten feet away.
I never really noticed any of this all those years ago. Then again, the only thing I really ever had a good view of was the corner of the doorway leading out into the playground.
Damnable Mrs. Leeche, how I hate thee and your demonic time out!
Encircled with barbwire, the spit and moss covered statues broken and battered litter the ground, empty swingsets and seesaws that scream tetnus are placed in the most dangerous places possible, and I hear nothing from ten feet away.
I never really noticed any of this all those years ago. Then again, the only thing I really ever had a good view of was the corner of the doorway leading out into the playground.
Damnable Mrs. Leeche, how I hate thee and your demonic time out!
I got kicked out of preschool for being unruly, one of my last achievements there was pushing a kid off the top of the monkey bars. He was a cunt too, come to think of it.