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tonite with a half smoked cigarette making circles in ash and tobacco like native american sand paintings, i had intense memories of being small when the babysitter's son slapped me (he was small too, my age, maybe four or five

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[sioux_zq_buckle]

when i was in pre-school, i was slapped across the face with a wooden building block in the shape of an inclined plane, by an Indian kid by the name of Amen. now that i'm retelling the story, i think it's kind of ironic. it's funny, at least. he said he was sorry, afterward. i went to school with him until i graduated from high school, and we never had any problems after that. i'm glad we settled our differences so early.

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im glad he apologized and you could be friends.

[sioux_zq_buckle]

not exactly... he was a bully. he just never picked on me. :)

[ex_shameless625]

this is so beautifully written, it makes my spine sit a little straighter and my head nod just barely.

when i was little i was always getting in trouble for fighting back. sticking my tongue out, biting, yelling at the boys. no matter what they had done to deserve it, i was always the one in trouble. i guess these lessons are taught to us early so we know what to expect later.

i love you.

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its had to learn, hard to accept.

thank you dear. i love you too.

p.s. like my icon????

[ex_shameless625]

those are things i never want to learn or accept.

(& yes, i love that yr using a few of my pictures!)

[bwinterose]

girls rule, and boys drool.

(just...by the way)

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haha, well these girls rule, and those boy most certainly drool!!

:)

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i felt so much of that too. another time, we had been playing outside and i went in to go to the bathroom, i really had to go!! and that boy ran in in front of me and would not let me in the bathroom, he went in and locked the door. when i told mrs. deheart she just said i had to wait my turn. he was in there SO long that i ended up wetting myself. i cried and he made fun of me and i had to sit in the corner until my mom came to pick me up. i was totally tramatized for a while. when i told my mother she was furious with mrs. deheart! it was awful. one of my most vivid memories, one of the worst feelings.

its sad that we all have memories like this. but i think it almost shows on our faces, and the way we are now so strong.

xo