Earlier or younger....the brown house on the hill...i kept putting the for rent sign up in the window cause I thought it kept falling.   People was stopping and asking about renting it over and over.  Mama finally figured it out and took that sign and thru it under the house and told me not to put it back up.  It broke my little heart cause I thought I was helping by putting it back up.

Mama and daddy must have taken us to the circus at some point, cause the next day or so Darlene wanted to play a new game.  She says "Brenda come stand next to the shed, put your feet together and spread your arms out." never accrued to me to ask why.  Now she pulls the darts out of her dress pocket and says be still. I yell and say WAIT..what if you hit my face?  This made her think and she went on the porch and got the straw broom and handed it to me and said "Put that in front of your face"  Do you know..I actually stood there and let her throw darts at me.

I thought she had gotten in trouble, cause she packed her little bag and said she was running away.  Oh Lord help, I stood on the front porch screaming and screaming cause she wasn't coming back.  I told her I'd let her throw real knifes if she'd come back.  She never turned around, but apparently my daddy had been napping and got up, took my little hand and spanked my bottom, told me to hush up all that screaming.  I said, but daddy she's gone and never coming back.  He said, not to worry about it and hush up,,,,she was going for an over night stay with a friend and would be back tomorrow.
That girl loved to torture me and actually took pleasure in it,,I saw her turn and smirk after daddy came out on the front porch.  That was the only time I ever remember my daddy spanking me and it broke my heart more than hurt my bottom.
 

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