Children’s Toys

In junior kindergarten we had a toy that was a stump with nails in it. Plus a hammer. I’m serious. That’s what we had to play with. We even fought over it sometimes, there were even a few times I had planned on throwing the hammer at things. I threw things every now and then when I was a lil one. I threw a paint brush at the wall I think one time, it was that or it was a building block, which we weren’t allowed to build higher than our chins… Weren’t allowed to build higher than our chins with the blocks, but playing with a stump with nails in it was perfectly fine.

I remember being quite a hellion back then, but I don’t think it was to cause shit or be bad or anything, I think it was just because I was retarded or something. I never knew what I was doing was wrong or dangerous, which is a really fucking dangerous type of kid to have playing with a hammer and a stump with nails in it. I think since I would get yelled at for doing things I didn’t know were bad or wrong so much as a kid, accounts for how cautious I am with everything now. When “the wife” yells at me for things even now I don’t think they’re wrong or bad or gross, and I get more and more cautious and careful with everything I do. I put up a lot of effort not to bother anyone, ever, and I write this entry to request a trophy.