This was the first story I ever wrote. Once I wrapped my mind around what fiction writing could hold, this story poked its head.
Although it’s fictitious, it’s only so in forensic fact. It’s so accurate to how I viewed the world as a kid and the kind of memory retold in my family that I played this recording to my mom to see if I could get her to falsely “remember” this happening. To her credit, she did not remember something that never happened to her.
My mom is not a fan of this story by the way. Almost positive it’s because I say “damn.” So be it, I guess.
On the surface it’s a dry somewhat comical tale. Underneath is a little bit of fun poking at the fundamentalist upbringing I was raised by. If nothing else, it’s a subtle reminder to pay attention to how your kids are listening to the adults around them. The smallest little detail can paint their world a totally different hue… like a pleasant day trip turned Apocalypse. Hope you enjoyed the story! Thanks for listening.
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