Welcome back, Kittens & Dawgs! This week, as you know if you’re a regular I’m a bit stretched on time due to the weekend’s events with the arrival of my first granddaughter. However, I found time to come up with a quick post for this week Mama Kat’s Writing prompt which is to write a blog post inspired by the word: dark.
When I was about 6-years old, my parents bought a house. I was excited about the new place and while the grown-ups busied themselves cleaning floors, scrubbing cabinets, moving in furniture I entertained myself going from room to room.
Had the dark veil of night hung over the sky I’d be outside playing. That’s when I noticed the broken window pane in the living room. The opening was just big enough for this little girl to project her beautiful singing voice through for all the new neighbors’ enjoyment. What did I know I was a kid?
There I was just singing and singing, and singing to my heart’s content when suddenly a gnarled hand raised in front of my face followed by a thunderous “BOO!” and my uncle’s face popping up before my eyes.
The shrill scream escaping my lips could’ve easily shattered the remaining window panes had I stayed around long enough but I skirted out of the living room crazy wild eyes and frenzied nerves. My uncle nearly died laughing at the commotion he had stirred with grandma hotly scolding him.
Ever since I’m hesitant about looking out a window at night and I get the heebie geebies if the curtains aren’t drawn at night. It’s silly I know but fear grips me not knowing what’s lurking in the shadows of the dark.
In this childhood memory, one thing I remember the most and is perhaps the reason for my excitement is we moved from a house with no indoor bathroom to a place with one. We had an outhouse. Let that soak in for a minute. Now, if you think that’s interesting then you might want to read about my last time in an outhouse another story that takes place when it’s dark.
Now, I invite you to respond to my T2Q and come on be honest with me!
- Are you afraid of the dark? Obviously, I answered this in my recollections from my childhood.
- Do you still think there are monsters under your bed? Sometimes I get scared and won’t let my feet hang over the bed because I’m afraid something is going to grab them. I have to tell myself that nothing’s there and to not give into such crazy fears. The good thing is I’m not nearly as bad about letting my fear of the dark or monsters under my bed get the better of me. I think the dust bunnies got rid of the monsters for me. lol
Please join me tomorrow for another cup of coffee and some giggles with Friday Fun Stuff! X💋X💋, Cathy