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A LIFE LESSON
From the day that we were born, we began learning. Actually, we even learn before that. We all develop in stages. We all go through the same stages, but not at the same pace. Some people are able to adapt and learn very easy, while others do not grasp concept that quick. But eventually, we all pass the same path at some point in our life.
One of the earliest memories that I recall was being 5 years old and being in kindergarten. I remember flashes of my classroom as we had the giant rug with the alphabet on it. I remember a girl named Tessa because when we would go out for playtime, she would always bring in caterpillars. I don't mean just a few. We would come back in from break and next thing you know, the carpet is fully of those black and yellow caterpillars. I can't recall her getting in trouble and I remember this happening quite often. I am not sure if it they knew it was her, but I did. I know I never told on her, I remember that much. But back to my earliest memory, I remember it being a Wednesday because my mom was off of work on that day. I can't remember the exact time, but it was around the time that I first started going to school. I was up jumping on the bed for whatever reason and I broke the head board to the bed. Somehow my mom knew, but we were running late for the school bus. I remember her exact words as she grabbed me before I climbed onto the bus. She said, "when your *** gets home, your *** is mine!"
Later in class, I am tripping. I remember my exact thoughts because I was terrifiede. I knew she meant every word she said. I recall looking out the window and asking myself, "why are you so stupid"? Stupid, stupid, stupid. I couldn't believe I broke the bed. I know it wasn't old, but I didn't know how new it was. Keep in mind, I am 5 years old. I remember being at the lunch table and I guess I looked sad because a teacher asked me why I looked so sad. I didn't talk back. I put on one of those mad puppy dog faces, but I have no clue why, but I remember. The teacher set beside me and said, "if you keep making that face Ricky, it will be stuck on you forever". I thought about it and I knew for sure, it would get stuck like that if I didn't quit. I never spoke to the teacher about anything. I don't recall hearing from her again so I guess she just thought I was being a kid.
We use to have these little play houses and I seemed to always find my way over there with the girls playing house. We would play with pots and pans, dishes, and whatever. I guess that was fun for me because it got my mind off the spanking I knew was coming for sure. I remember playing in the playhouse, but don't recall much more then that. I remember the bell ringing for the last time of the day and I got that sick feeling in the stomach. I knew I was moments away from hell and fire to my backside. If I was lucky, I wouldn't die.
I knew I had some time left so for an instant, I felt better. But I knew it was short lived because I only live 3 miles down the road. I would get an extra minute or two as we let the other kids off. At this time, my mind kicked in high gear. I was a thinker at an early age. I thought to myself, if I could get off at the bus stop before, I would have it made. She wouldn't see me. Yes, that is it. I was proud to think that one through. I began shaking my head as I were nodding yes. Why didn't I think of that before? I took a deep breath with my little lungs and exhaled all my worries. I grabbed my yellow lunchbox and my giant crayon with string, which was my name tag, and I gathered myself as I was to make my escape. The bus began to pull to the tracks and I saw the kids standing up. I grabbed my belongings and I headed to the front. I was free! I hit that first step and it was like clouds parting. Ricky! This ain't your bus stop boy. You get off up here. Your mommy is down there at the ball courts.
You know, at this time and point in my young life, talk about a gigantic gut check. I didn't even want to turn around. I couldn't move. The bus driver might as well been the reaper. I was done for. Oh no, oh no, oh no, no, no. I remember disappointment as I baby stepped to the third row of the bus. As I gathered myself for what was surely my last minute, I peaked up ahead and there she was. A tear came from eye and then a few more followed. I shook my head as I was saying no. I was probably saying it as well. I heard the air brake go off and the bus door opened. There were five of us getting off, Robin, Steph, Joey, Sarah, and myself. I was in no hurry at all. As the last one passed, I stayed seated. I can to conclusion that I wasn't going. Lord, please don't make me go. "Lets go, lets go, lets go"!!! the driver said. I am pretty sure I heard that death song, duh-duh-duh-duh duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh. I peaked through the door as I stood on the top stair, as the bus driver keeps telling me go,go,go, move it! There she was. The peacemaker. It was all over.
As she walked to me, I literally closed my eyes. This was it, I thought. "How was your day baby"? What? "I missed you", she said. Me?, I asked. I wondered if it was a trick since the other kids were out in the street as well. But, it wasn't. I lived.
I learned a lesson that day, even at the age of 5. Don't tear up mommy's belongings. Needless to say, I never did again. No lie, this is a true story and my earliest memory. I remember the small details as I wrote. Its funny. I guess because I was so scared. I litterally felt as if I was going to die. I remember the images til this day. I was sure glad I came home to a happy mommy. Thanks for reading. Take care.