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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 |
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I am about 7 or 8 years old. I am wearing on of those traditional old white sailor suite outfits that boys used to wear. I am playing outside in a flat area with lots of trees. The trees must have leaves since it is dark under them. Close by is a high hillside that is covered in trees and I get the impression that where I am situated is somewhere near a town that is in a tight little valley between hills. A stream or a river must have cut through the hill long ago. I sense that I am just outside of town. It is morning about 10:00 am. I am playing with two other children. One is a girl that is about my age. She has me backed up against the biggest tree. She is tickling me and I am giggling and struggling to get to stop. I am putting my hands over my stomach, sides, then chest. Suddenly, I scream shrilly because the other child has pulled down my trousers. The feeling of shock is almost overwhelming along with the scream I let out. The shock is replaced with anger. The girl is now about 6 to 10 feet away from me and the other child is to my right somewhere. I have pulled up my trousers and I am very annoyed as the other two giggle and laugh. I think the little girl says something to me and I reach down and grab a handful of rocks and leaves and throw them at her. She puts up her arms to protect her face from the barrage of flying objects, some of which hit her while others uselessly hit the ground or float in the air momentarily. She then looks at me and my anger is gone, but now I have decided that I need to chase her. |
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