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Logan Senior Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 1641Arkansas |
I was a very young boy, in a small southern town, growing up or trying to do so, anyway. I was besieged with maiden aunts, a stern grandfather and a very loving mother, who thought I could do no wrong. Well, for that matter, I didn’t either. Just a few small things kept happening whenever I was around. Hey, it never was my fault, just circumstances ruled. Nobody told me not to pen the cat up with the chickens. That old tom was lonely. I could tell by the way he watched them all the time, just wanting to have someone to play with. Shucks, I could understand that one. I didn’t have anyone to play with either. I tried to tell my grandfather that a weasel must have gotten in the pen and all the blood on the cat with feathers stuck to him came from fighting the weasel off. Sigh, but he didn’t seem to believe me. I was sure that mother did, but that still did not stop the whipping I got. Heck, I was the only one that got the whipping. That old cat saw my grandfather coming out of the house with his shotgun, and we never did see that cat again after he went under the hedge. All because of misunderstood circumstances. It seemed that those circumstances did me in every time. Why, I was supposed to have gone with my grandfather one day, and he let me down. He changed his mind and left without me. If this hadn’t happened, the loft wouldn’t have caught on fire. So you can see that this wasn’t my fault either, I should have been with him. It was just a trivial thing anyway, at least I thought it was. Granddad was not so understanding of the situation. He seemed to take it personal for some reason. I didn’t ask him to leave me, so it wasn’t my fault I was left alone to find something to do. Later on he wanted to make it more personal with me, but I am ahead of my story about circumstances. It was a very hot summer day, and the barn looked cool. I was only trying to find something to do, and heck, they shouldn’t have left that pack of matches out on the table. Sigh! Sometimes I was so misunderstood. A boy is just curious anyway, sooo, I stuck that pack of matches in my short’s pocket. That is why I had that pack of matches with me when I went into the barn. The horses were in the pasture and the barn was empty. The ladder led up to the hay loft, and, geez, ladders are meant to be climbed and I wanted to see what was up there in the dark. I climbed the ladder to the loft, which just happened to be full of hay. Well, sure nuff, it was dark up there and then I thought “I JUST happened to have those matches with me and heck, I had to see, didn’t I? I mean, if they didn’t want me to have the matches to see with, they could have put a light up there.” Circumstances again. So here I am in a HAY loft with a pack of book matches, wanting to see what was up there. Sooo, I stuck one and then had the thought that this might not be very wise of me. But I shrugged my shoulders and figured it was, because I wanted to see what was up there. That one burnt my fingers, so I tossed it and lit another. Well, heck, the first one was out, but then I noticed it wasn’t quite as dark up there as it had been. Then to my young horrified eyes, I could see some flames coming from the direction of my thrown match in a BIG pile of hay. Of course I didn’t panic, heck I was almost grown, nor did I scream, I just nearly died of fright. So I ripped off my little T shirt and started beating on the flames, which, of course, was beyond the hope of my puny efforts, being only five at the time. Seeing that I would do no good, I ran down the ladder figuring that no one would ever notice that the fool barn was on fire. So I calmly walked to town and left it all behind me. I think my grandfather had a small suspicion of me, when I didn’t come home till late. Heck, I figured no one would ever notice that the barn was gone and just maybe I would get away with it. I should have known better. Sigh, they blamed everything that happened around there on me anyway, for some reason, but just maybe this time I would get away with it. I mean, I wasn’t even there; I was downtown. I walked into the house, smiled and asked what’s new? Nobody smiled back at me and I figured that somebody might have seen me. My grandfather stared at me and said, "Son, where have you been and what have you been doing?" Now being a truthful person, but also a very wise person, even at the age of five, I smiled real nice and said, "I have been downtown." Which I could see right off, was not the answer he was looking for. So I smiled sweetly and asked, "how come, Sir?" Of course I was real heavy on the sir, being a very polite boy. He said, "were you in the barn?" And of course, I replied, "When? Before or after?" which I knew immediately was not a good answer from me. Heck, I was only a little kid and this adult was trying to give me the third degree. So the gleam came in his eye that I had learned so well didn’t mean good things for me. And then he shouted, "Before the barn burned down!" Of course I replied, "Why, Granddad, did the barn burn?" trying to change the subject. Well then, he grabbed me by the arm and drug me to the door, pointing with a shaking hand toward the burnt pile of timber, and then, would you believe, started screaming at me, saying, "Yes, the barn, d… it. Can’t you see the d… thing has burned down?" Well, heck, what could I say? "Why yes, Granddad, it does seem like it is gone." Then I pulled lose from him and ran. Sigh, I blew it all, but I knew the jig was up, and I was done for if he ever caught me. I ran out the door, with him right behind me, jerking his belt off and waving it in the air. Then, sigh, those circumstances again. The dog thought it was great fun and ran after us. I could run like the wind, especially with him chasing me but he was gaining. He really seemed mad, but then the dog tripped him. Well, it was my dog, so guess who got blamed for that one too. Geez, I couldn’t win that day. First I burnt my finger and if that wasn’t bad enough, the stupid hay had to catch on fire. Then my new T shirt had a burnt hole in it, and heck, I got a blister walking to town. I won’t bore anybody with what happen to me when my grandad got his leg out of the cast. Sigh, I was always so misunderstood, and shucks it was all due to circumstances. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Logan This got me to twinkle in the eye...a boy is just a boy....so glad one was born like you. Much enjoyed! |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I mean, Circumstances are ALWAYS bigger than the person that they happen to, aren't they?  Enjoyed so much my early morning chuckle. |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
awwww... you just have to feel so. much. empathy. for. the. character. LOL This caught my funny bone. You did well maintaining the theme throughout, without losing the "not my fault" attitude. Christopher |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Awww Logan, this story is so darn cute!! Just had to let you know I was here and read and laughed....wonderful fun write!! Enjoyed ever so much this morning! [This message has been edited by Enchantress (05-22-2002 11:12 AM).] |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
And brother could I identify with this one, as I was a tom boy and it was "never my fault", never! Oh this was cute. Now write about Mr. Barnes and I will put the picture up for you if you like.  |
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deepblue Junior Member
since 2001-05-31
Posts 17 |
circumstances |
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