25 Little Known Facts....

I was just typing a new blog. It was going to be about 25 of the obscure facts about my life, things that not many people know, a few nobody knows, or they're not around anymore to know. Then, I read the list... I realized if I posted it, you would all run away from this blog, never to read the ramblings of such a freak again. So, I'm thinking of posting each as a separate entry. That way each one can be viewed on their own and you can understand me better.
The first notation was actually not that bad, but at the time I thought it was. During my early years, I spent alot of time at my Grammy's house. Later in life, that would be my house. My mom was really close to her mother so she'd often visit on the weekends. I'd go too, that way my father could have some peace and quiet.
One day, I was playing between my Grammy's house and her neighbor's. They had a nice house, with wooden shingles. I decided to be "bad". I took a small rock and carved a word on their wall. "FU** ". After I'd done it, I was shocked at myself. It was a little secret that only I knew. Then I went about my business, like it never happened. The next Sunday, I was there again, and I could see the word, as plain as day. Only this time, I felt a little ashamed.
No one said anything about it. The neighbors would walk right by it, the gardeners would mow right along side it. Grammy would hang her laundry 20 ft away. I couldn't understand why I hadn't been found out. Guilt started eating away at me. One night I couldn't take it anymore. After I'd been sent to bed, I walked into my mom's room, crying. She was worried, "What's the matter, are you sick?" "No, I said, I vandalized!!" I explained everything and my dad came in. I thought I was dead meat for sure, a spanking was imminent.
Mom looked at Dad and said I had just had a bad dream and could he put me back to bed... Even when I tried to tell the truth, no one believed me. I forgot about it for awhile, but it eventually came back (the guilt) and I finally told the priest at church. Finally, I was absolved and could move forward.
Years later, when the neighbors redid their shingles, I took one last look at my "handiwork". The one thing I noticed- it was really small!!