Barb 183 x 365

Barb yelled at other people’s kids, including me. Once she took me to feed carrots to the horse across the street. It bit me and I was afraid she’d yell at me. So I yelled, “I hate you!” to her first. Her daughter told my parents about that.

They yelled.

Comments

Indigo Bunting said…
This is a great story, told in such a wonderful way that of course I laughed, and yet, geez...why do people have to make kids so afraid of them?
3/16/07, 3:24 PM
Cedar Waxwing said…
Barb had issues.

They moved away - to a richer town and never looked back - except to get my dad to help out with their appliances and cars. I saw her a few years ago, standing in my parents backyard looking down at them. It was so obvious she felt like she was superior - she always did.
3/16/07, 3:55 PM
Mali said…
awww, that is so sad ... I feel for the little CW
3/16/07, 6:59 PM
Otter said…
I had this dream last night about a woman named Barb. She hated her name and what it meant (Barb like a hook) so she changed it to Robin, a more cheerful image.
3/18/07, 1:11 PM
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