The bug that bit me
637 Words
The first time I’d like to think that I got bit by the bug wasn’t the time I sat on a red ant hill and screamed out the top of my lungs because of the pain from the sharp ant pinchers. Or the times I would climb a mango tree and climb to the top of the flimsy yet durable plastic roof just to throw down the mangoes that my family wanted, as I held on tight filled with fear from my fear of heights. As a matter of fact those days I do truly remember and I also recall the time I was at my grandmas house from my fathers side, when my grandpas parrot that I could picture in my head from the memories of it just flying away from her house and out the open sky opening of the roof area in her small patio court yard. Yeah there’s a few things as a very small child I remember but the times I would come home from my baby sitter feeling and looking sick as per my parents account as they once told me it was because I was drunk. Yeah, well apparently not very good times in my life or moments I should say. So yeah and oh man they had told me that my mom would drop me off across the street at the neighbors house as she would leave to work and by the evening when they would pick me up they could tell something was wrong with me for I would be sick and walk as if I was impaired and just keep stumbling and falling. Oh yeah! I was drunk alright. My parents had told me that after a while they had found out that the babysitter was giving me alcohol to keep me asleep and at peace so they may do whatever it was they did when I slept, and so every time they would pick me up from the babysitters house I was either sound asleep or wobbly and acting so weird as if I was awoken by some spirits of the wind just taking over my body. Man, how crazy was that I thought as my parents told me these stories. I mean that was the first time that I was ever bit by this evil bug that got a hold of me. They say alcohol would lift your spirits and so back in the golden days it was called spirits but man those spirits would soon come to haunt me later on, and it surely had me in a trance for a while, a long while actually...and yes it was out of this world! I would later on in life follow the bug into a more painful and darker place and meet its whole family but I’ll tell you all about that when the time comes. As for now I am just picturing myself picking up my child from the babysitters like at 3 or 4 years old and only to find out that they had been giving him alcohol to keep him chill or asleep. Just a quick feeling of this rush of anger comes to me and the rest well let’s just say I better never find anyone giving my children any alcohol for that will be the day the skies sunlight disappears with the wind blowing in and out that house like a deadly gas leak. But anyways I thank my parents for all they did for me for they removed me quickly from that neighborhood and I do not know the whole story but let’s just say my next chapter ladies and gentlemen we are off to America. Bienvenidos a America!
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