Oh! The traumas of emotional scarring! Some of the most emotionally scarring things that ever happened to me as a little girl have actually affected my life now as I have grown older, those horrors of my past have shaped parts of me indefinitely. I know a lot of you think I must have had a horrible childhood from the sounds of this, but the truth is that I am just being a little dramatic.
Today I will be sharing with you things that I can not look at or even hear the word being spoken without thinking back to a traumatic experience.
Spiders ~ My Grandma is a dear little lady who is very sprite and energetic for her age. One day whilst I was playing in the sandbox beside her porch I spotted a massive spider. Naturally I screeched and ran for Grandma who was sweeping off her porch. She followed me to the sandbox and took her broom and smashed the spider. The crunch it made echoed against the walls of my brain and stayed their for the rest of my childhood years. But as for Grandma, she took back her broom, laughed, and said, "Well that one was juicy."
Dentures ~ When I was about three my Mom took me over to one of my Aunts for dinner one day. My Aunt had served Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream and as a young child you really don't care what is going on around you when you have Mint Chocolate Chip Ice cream......That is until you hear people laughing and you turn around to see your Aunt holding all of her teeth in her hand and smiling with an empty mouth. Shudder. My Mom says that this memory must have really scarred me if I can remember it from when I was three.
Treadmills ~ If there was one thing that I loved when I was a little girl it was treadmills. On the day my brother Sean was born my parents had dropped Eldon, Diane, and me off at one of their friend's homes. She gave us permission to play on their treadmill, and I thought I had it made until I played around with the buttons. Naturally I pushed the Incline button up to like 35 and was running at top speed while hanging on for dear life. Before I knew it I had fallen on the treadmill and was being grated alive. Her husband, hearing my screams, woke up from the nap he had been taking and came to scoop me up and carried me upstairs where they started assessing all the damage and applying band-aids to all places I needed them. By the time they had me bandaged I was covered with 26 of them. I distinctly remember hearing the woman's husband saying "Your Dad is going to kill me" while he applied a bag of frozen peas to my shoulders. My Dad, though very supportive and caring still has a sense of humor, so when I was presented to my Dad by two very worried babysitters he burst out laughing. I guess seeing your frizzy-haired, little girl hobble across the floor covered with almost thirty band-aids is a funny sight. I still have physical scars from that episode, and emotional scars as well. I've not been tempted to get on a treadmill since that day.
High School Anatomy ~ I had loved learning about all the bones in my body, like the Femurs, patellas, phalanges, and so on. That is until I reached High school where they insisted on shoving graphic pictures of toenail fungus, and infected knee cuts, and a host of other things right under my nose. I'm telling you, I will never be the same.