Saturday, November 15, 2008
Memoirs of a crazy childhood chapter 10
One of my most painful childhood memories was the day I sat in an ant pile. In the summer. With shorts on. The age of 5. We lived in Reno Park and my mother had sent me out to play, back then, believe it or not, mothers sent their children outside to play by themselves, and I think my dog Go-Lucky was with me. I do remember that it was hot and for some reason I sat right in the middle of a red ant pile. I don't know how many ant bites I got that day, a lot, but I can tell you this, that was 35 years ago and I still remember how bad it stung. The feeling is almost like touching a hot burner. I don't recommend it.