Whoa, this needs to stop..

I thought I'd be fine with doing only video blogs, but the sight of all these videos and no text is a little unnerving. Perhaps a small childhood story might break up the monotony around here...

I was probably around five or six when this happened, because during that time my mom would have me stay with a friend while she put in some late hours at the factory. Her friend had two boys, a toddler, and one about my age, I'll call him Eric. Let's just say I didn't enjoy Eric's company too much. We often fought with each other, over whatever little boys fight over, and he almost always arose the victor (there are only so many times you can tattle to someone's mother). I don't exactly remember if our fighting ever got too serious but I definitely remember he intimidated me, until one traumatizing day...

I guess I had been dropped off a little earlier than usual, so I let myself in and started looking for my mom's friend. As I'm calling out for her, opening doors and whatnot, I walk in on Eric lying on his mother's lap. Nursing. In shock, and embarrassment for Eric, I let out a small gasp, which had been just enough to alert him of my presence. Our eyes met for a half-second, his in complete terror, before I darted out of the room. Although I was too young to realize I had just seen Eric's mom's boob, I wasn't young enough to know what he was doing was wrong. Babies breast-feed, big boys drink *kool-aid. What followed in those days after I'd witnessed Eric drinking milk from his mother's breast, should be obvious. Eric never bothered me again, I was allowed to eat cereal from the Superman bowl, and I could play with his Power Rangers however long I wanted. I was control from then on, and it felt good.

*Eric and his brother were those kids who always had red kool-aid mustaches, ALWAYS.