Today's Lesson: Things that makes us who we are or will become...

This is a little narrative that I wrote years ago, but it says a little about me...

Evil: "Morally wrong or bad" - Webster

I was about nine years old the first time I came into contact with EVIL, or at least what I perceived it to be at the time. His name was Nicholas Cox and he was my brother Derek’s friend. I remember the day, vividly, it was a brilliant sunny day in late May and Nicholas had come over with the sole prospect of traumatizing me for the rest of my life. I was entertaining myself (with angelic dignity) in the den with my favorite doll (it was in fact the Cinderella Barbie doll), trying to decide if she should wear her blue or white dress for the arrival of the prince. It was no sooner that I looked up to see who had come into the room, that a grubby white freckled little hand reached down, snatching my beloved doll out of my hands. I am still haunted by what happened next.

There he was running around with my doll, laughing a purely evil laugh as she plummeted to the ground from the catwalk above. I can almost swear that I heard her scream as she fell what must have been a mile in Barbie measurements. The smacking sound of her plastic body against the tile was enough to send me screaming to Derek.

I have heard it said many times since then that “good always triumphs over EVIL”, but the dark side was just too strong to save Cindy that day. Derek tried to save her, more out of fear of our mom than out of fear for what was sure to befall Cindy. It was a valiant attempt to save himself, I mean Cindy, but in the last she ended up decapitated. There she was her body in one of those grubby white freckled hands and in the other he dangled her head by the pony tail in front of me.

The next week Nicholas was forced to buy me a new Barbie doll by his mom (it was in fact the super long hair Barbie). I decapitated that one myself out of spite. As a result of the actions of this messenger of darkness, I have since then developed an unadulterated hatred of dolls.