This is where I will fill you in on a whole bunch of exciting and mysterious facts about myself.
I know you're excited.
I was born in a town called Orangeville. Orangeville is about an hour north north west of Toronto (depending on how you speed, it could be more or less).
My first memories are...
1. Being pushed in a baby carriage.
2. Dressing as Spiderman for Halloween.
3. My older cousin towing me behind his 2 wheeler on my tricycle.
4. Teri Lynn ( a girl I knew in preschool) getting hit by the mudflaps on a transport truck (thankfully she only had a broken arm).
I have always felt guilty about this.
I had always been friends with Teri Lynn, but that day another girl in the class seemed to want my attention... and she was teasing Teri Lynn. Four year old fool that I was, I teased her too, which I'm sure hurt her feelings. The other little girl was really nasty though.
I don't remember the specifics but I do remember that on the walk home the girl was calling Teri Lynn to walk with us and saying she apologized(which I knew was a lie), but Teri Lynn didn't believe her and ran across the street. Without looking!!!
The truck didn't even stop at the stop sign. Just kept going to get away? Maybe he didn't even notice.
Me and the girl were scared, and Teri Lynn was crying and yelling help.
A car stopped and a woman got out. She helped Teri Lynn.
I had hidden when her car stopped because I was scared. I felt like I had thrown her in front of that truck. Writing this now, I still feel like I threw her in front of the truck.
If you're out there Teri Lynn. I'm sorry.
The summer I turned five we moved to Bramalea.
My first day of kindergarten was in a new school with people I didn't know... I was scared!!!
Of course I lived lol... made friends... played softball... talked too much and got in trouble constantly! But that would be when I was 8 or 9.
It seems I was too friendly, and therefore a distraction to the other kids. From what I don't know since we never seemed to be doing anything of any great import.
That was the year I learned about the strap.
It was also the year I learned about enforced confinement.
They brought a divider booth into class and I was made to sit behind it where I couldn't see or be seen by the others.
Sadly it didn't work.
Where there is a will there is a way!
So the booth was taken to the vice principals office (Mr. Thompson... I'll remember your name forever...) where I would be sent every day.
Mr. Thompson told me that I would get the strap every time he saw me there.
Take this one step farther and you will see that I got the strap (on my palm) every day.
I'm not exaggerating.
Because I figured I was so bad, you know... for being so social and friendly, I didn't tell my parents about this for a long time. I don't recall how I finally ended up telling them, but treatment I was receiving ended immediately.
Years later my Mom told me that my Dad went to Mr. Thompson and told him that if he ever touched me again he'd beat the fuck out of him.
This thought always puts a smile on my face.
She also told me that they were told it was an experiment that was being conducted and I just happened to be the lucky uninformed guinea pig.
And people wonder why I ended up hating school...