Oi

I'm in the process of moving. What this means is that all my belongings are in a storage shed while I wait for the sale to close on the property I'll be living in. In the interm, I'm staying at my mothers, which is Hell, for many, varied reasons. One of these is the odd little memories that pop up.

I was a latchkey kid before they started using that word. From second grade on, after school I would go home to an empty house and await my parent's return home. On one such afternoon, I happened to be in a dress that , in addition to my hating it, required a second person to undo the back buttons. Being that no one was there to assist, and wouldn't be for two plus hours, I came up with what I thought was a great idea. I cut myself out of said dress.

Needless to say, my parents were not pleased. Somehow, and I've never learned the why's or when's, my mother felt the need to share this with my teacher. In a fit of rage one day, Mrs. Borland threw it up in my face as an example of how stupid I was, in front of the whole class, who laughed and jeered.

I'm not sure who I hated more that day: the teacher or my mother.

~K