Traumatizing Events That Shaped My Life: Vol. 2
It’s time for another installment of things that screwed me up in my adult life. Wooden Shoes and Wooden Hearts My Dad died a day before my sixth birthday. Don’t feel bad for me though, I have some fond memories of the times we spent together. I used to lay with him and watch the Home Shopping Network where he would call up and buy things for my mom, and he used to read Sesame Street books to me. This one time he spanked me because I wouldn’t listen to my mother, after he hugged me and said he loved me. Plus my mom was very successful in playing the mother/father role while I was growing up. My mom thought it would be best to try to get my mind off of his death. The best thing she could come up with is taking a five week trip to Holland to see her side of the family. I mean how could bringing a six year old to a foreign country where she barely knew anyone and knew none of the language be traumatizing? Fou