Death on Two Legs

Yeah I have, with a traffic cone hahaha it was payback so..

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Between the 2nd and 3rd grade, I was overwhelmed with a feeling of needing to protect my parents. I still remember exactly when it happened one day while waiting in line at the grocery store. I also remembering crying at school when I heard “What a Wonderful World” by Louis Armstrong was playing over the speakers, as though it was a permanent reminder for things to come, that things won’t be so bad. When I was constantly worrying about my parents while I was in school, I ended up having to go to the guidance counselor. I’m pretty sure she thought I was a crazy little girl, filled with paranoia and having an adult sense of protection at a very young age. She gave me a notebook to write in and I wish I had it to this day, because I’m sure it was probably one of the most depressing bundle of fear-filled short sentences anyone would ever read. I specifically remember writing about how I read a short story about a skeleton named John or something of that nature & I wrote in that notebook that I didn’t like it because it had my dad’s name & the fact that I don’t want my dad to become a skeleton (and misspelling the word). The guidance counselor told me she’d make me a tape to play to feel better. She never did.  It was mandatory to make sure I told my parents “I love you” before every bedtime. Then, the 4th/5th grade came around & they brought in organs for an assembly about smoking; showing how they were affected by cancer. I recall coming home and writing my mom a letter, telling her I knew what her lungs looked like and that I wish she’d stop smoking for her own sake. She still has that letter.

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