My Twisted Childhood

The breeze was blowing from the open window. So tantalizing and tempting my little fingers to flutter in it. As the scenery passed by I fidgeted in my seat, just high enough for my hands to reach out of the car window. Oh the joy of it! The way my hands get caught up in the jetstream and flutter with abandon in the wind.

“Monique, don’t put your hands out of the window.”

I jerked my hands into my lap at the sound of my fathers voice.

“Why daddy?”

“Because, there are crazy men on motorcycles with big giant knives. They ride around looking for people to stick their hands out of the window and then they cut them off. You don’t want your hands to be cut off do you?”

“No way!” And I’ve never been able to wave my hands out of a car window again.

This is a true, though dramatized, story of my life. And I wonder why I’m such a nutcase.

BWAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! OMG! LMAO!!!!!! Your dad must be a cool person. I think he and I would get along pretty well. He’s got that warped sense of humor like I do.

Oh honey, this sounds all too familiar…my fathter was equally sick and twisted. You are not alone.

that’s insane. poor you. i’ve found that i love driving with the windows opens, even just a crack, even in winter. that was a random thought. have a great day

I am sure ‘nutcases’ are all around! Just kidding.

I was always told of the story about a boy that was on a bus, and had his arms sticking out the window, when a tractor and trailor passed the bus, and ripped his rams right off!!.. I still have little qualms in my heart, when I ‘m driving down the road, with my arm hanging out, catching the air.. cause this story was supposed to have happened to a friend of a friend.. *scoff*

At least my mother never told me that when it rains, it’s because God is crying over something I did.. hehehe.. *hugs* I saw your pictures.. you pretty thang you!! Now I know why your son is so handsome.. hehehe..

Polter-Cow

October 19, 2001

Little did you know, I was one of those crazy guys on motorcycles. Still am, in fact. Just looking for juicy little hands sticking out windows. But you turned out okay, right? Look at you, all chaotic and stuff. Hm, there’s a lot of chaos up there. How orderly.

you think thats bad and you should hear some of the things that my dad told me…he had me terrified for awhile….*sigh* but what are dads for?!

That sux. My parents used to tell me strange things like that too when I was little. But hand out the window?!? That’s the best feeling… like you said just letting your hand flutter in the breeze.

I got the “If you put your arms out the window, something will come by and rip them off. Do you really want that to happen?” I think yours was worse… *hugs* If it’s any consolation, I doubt big scary guys with knives will come after your fingers- so, stick em out the window all you want!