A memory of very bad

Dont kick the dog
Now when i was younger i have some memories of the girl next door (not like you think ) I remember we will call her miss j ,
I was made to stay with miss j when my mum and dad went away , now mum and dad would go away quite often ,which according to a 8 year old wasnt good !!!
I remember 1 time when mum and dad were home and i tied her to a swing ha ha ...

i also remember her ripping my poster up when i had spent proababy 12 hours colouring it in .!! i remember in auntie ms kitchen thinking how can i get her back ..... well she had this doll in a coconut which obviously was her favourite . so to get her back i ripped its head off !!! ha ha .


But thats not the best i remember , i remember my Mum and Dad going to Norway , And as usual i had to go to stay With Auntie m and miss j ... Now they had a cat ..


And on there side board they had a big bowl of museli !! i got up early as couldnt sleep as was so disgusted i had to stay there , and i watched there precious siamiese cat ... yes sit in it and wee in there museli.... Ha i was delighted in my self cause obviously this cat has been doing it for weeks !!

Now this was obviously s high light to my week mum and .dad gone ..that morning at the age of eleven i knew it was funny ..and i watched them eat it ..And never told to now ..do you all reckon it was the shape of things to come. Or am i just having a very warpped sense of humour !!