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Welcome back to pointless stories. Today I'm going to talk about my childhood. When I was a kid I was morbid and strange. I can hear the peanut gallery shouting, "So how is this different than now?" Well I wasn't cheerful about it as a kid. Today I'm much nicer about being strange and I have a sort of perky goth attitude, though I'm not goth since I also wear much brighter colors than I ever would have in my youth.
Back then I didn't have complete control over my wardrobe but I refused to wear anything brighter than green. And while I'm still strange I'm not nearly as bad as I was in my teen and pre-teen years. I was the sort of kid who liked the idea of Pet Cemetery, but being near the middle of nowhere there was no such thing around. So I set out to create my own. Every time I found a bird dead by a window, or a squirrel by the road, or whatever I would take the body to a grove of trees in the middle of a cul-de-sac.
There I would bury it under a cairn of rocks and pebbles. Sometimes I would scratch an epitaph on one of the many bits of sandstone I had collected as headstones. I did this from about age 8 (about the time I first read H.P. Lovecraft, coincidence?) until I was 12. Kids do very strange things.
Welcome back to pointless stories. Today I'm going to talk about my childhood. When I was a kid I was morbid and strange. I can hear the peanut gallery shouting, "So how is this different than now?" Well I wasn't cheerful about it as a kid. Today I'm much nicer about being strange and I have a sort of perky goth attitude, though I'm not goth since I also wear much brighter colors than I ever would have in my youth.
Back then I didn't have complete control over my wardrobe but I refused to wear anything brighter than green. And while I'm still strange I'm not nearly as bad as I was in my teen and pre-teen years. I was the sort of kid who liked the idea of Pet Cemetery, but being near the middle of nowhere there was no such thing around. So I set out to create my own. Every time I found a bird dead by a window, or a squirrel by the road, or whatever I would take the body to a grove of trees in the middle of a cul-de-sac.
There I would bury it under a cairn of rocks and pebbles. Sometimes I would scratch an epitaph on one of the many bits of sandstone I had collected as headstones. I did this from about age 8 (about the time I first read H.P. Lovecraft, coincidence?) until I was 12. Kids do very strange things.