When I was a kid, about 10, my brother rand I were fighting, again. My mom said to stop or she'd take me to the orphanage. We continued.
She ran into the bed room, threw some cloths in a bag grab me by the collar and my brother by the hand and threw us both in the car. When we got to the orphanage she came over to my door dragged me out and left, it didn't help that my brother was really crying by then.
I stood in front of the building for about an hour not knowing what to do, then mom showed back up and asked if I was done fighting. Of course I said Yes.
Little did I know she had called the nuns and they were watching me the whole time, but I never, before or since, ever felt so alone.
2007-01-03 12:08:38
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answered by Anonymous
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Finding a cow bone in a creek I was tubing down, I thought it was human.
2007-01-03 12:59:28
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answered by Anonymous
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