The other day as I was cleaning and I found this on the wall in the hallway.
It annoyed me to no end.
I tried to clean it with some soapy water. But apparently the “artist” used ink.
I was really annoyed now. My mind started rolling, who would do this? My girls? NAH. They know me. They know how much this kind of stuff peeves me.
THEY know I would make them clean this PLUS tons more stuff.
So, who would do this? One of their friends?
They know me too, but must have been a friend though, trying to be cute.
This is not cute. This is the kind of little annoyances that get me, but I tried to remember, this is little. And it is a heart.
It did not flip my lid. I let it slide. I have not said anything to anyone…(except for the whole internet world) this is a change for me.
A few years ago I would have made a stink about it.
The old me.
It reminded me of a childhood memory that was locked away in a vault.
I had a good friend named Kym who lived a few houses down from me. We were besties.
Her Mom was divorced and Kym had a younger brother too.
We were friends from about age 5 to 11.
Kym’s mom got married and they moved to a really nice house a bit further from us when we were about 9.
Their new home was gorgeous. I mean gorgeous, it was palatial compared to where we lived.
They had a fancy living room that was all white and yellow. (this was the 70’s)
White carpet. White couches. Yellow/white wallpaper.
Just unreal from my view.
They even had a POOL.
Built in, not the “out of the ground” one like my Grandma had.
My Mom would drive me to Kym’s house to spend weekends with her.
Kym’s Step dad was not such a friendly guy.
He was an attorney, that was all I remembered about him.
Well, that and this incident right here:
One day when she and I were about 10, Kym, myself and her little brother were playing in their pool.
Kym’s mom was in the house, but keeping an eye on us via the big glass sliders.
One of us grabbed a bucket off the patio, brought it into the pool…then we made up some sort of game with the bucket.
Playing like good kids. We were not being noisy, just having fun.
Kym’s step dad came out near the pool and checked on us.
I watched as this man transformed from a normal person into satan.
He started screaming at us.
“What the HELL? WHO THE HELL DID THIS?”
I was shocked. I remember this terrible feeling come over me. This sudden fear…
I was used to hearing my Dad scream. That was normal.
But now this man, this stranger was yelling at me and my friends.
What was he yelling about? Why was he losing his temper? Something major?
He was yelling because there were THREE LEAVES IN THE POOL.
Apparently the bucket, had a few leaves in it when it was put in the pool.
The THREE LEAVES were on the bottom of the pool now and this man was losing his freakin’ mind about it.
I probably peed in the pool at this moment. (he is lucky there was not poop now to add to the leaves)
He told YELLED for us to get out NOW.
We had to dry off and go inside. He made myself and the little brother go to his room and my friend Kym go to her room.
He came into each room and asked WHO put the leaves in the pool.
He demanded an answer. He was talking to us like we had murdered someone.
I was 10 years old. The little brother was about 7. We were scared out of our minds.
NONE of us could answer him.
We were terrified….scared of what was to come next….
I think he made us stay in there for about an hour.
Then Kym’s Mom finally set us free.
I just remember being so freaked out by the whole scenario.
That may have been one of the last times I ever visited Kym as I moved to Georgia shortly after.
About 7 years later we read that this man, the high powered lawyer, step father from hell, had killed himself.
I was never able to contact Kym and I still think about her now and then.
Who do you think was responsible for bringing the bucket into the pool?
But I did not know there were leaves in it. I swear.
I also did not draw a heart on the hallway wall.