Thursday, June 23, 2005


I feel like I probably should remember the day that a boy I was babysitting for pulled out a gun.

Until yesterday, I didn’t.

I was in the car with my mom and two of my aunts; we were talking about owning guns.

I didn’t even remember it until my mom brought it up.

I was in junior high; I was babysitting for friends of the family, as well as for my sister and my cousin, Paul. Kris, the youngest of the four, was frustrated. The big kids were being mean to him.

He went into his parents’ bedroom and came out with a handgun.

I don’t recall being scared. I yelled, I’m sure, but I don’t think that I punished him. Truthfully, I’m not sure that I realized how wrong it was.

Eventually – though it wasn’t that night and probably not the next day, either – I told my mom. I’m not sure why I waited. Mom thinks that it’s because I was trying to protect Kris. Maybe. I don’t know.

I don’t know because I don’t really remember.

And it kind of freaks me out.

It wasn’t just an evening of babysitting. It wasn’t another day.

It should have been awfully significant. For a girl who is afraid of guns. For me.

But I just filed it away.

It’s bewildering.


actonbell said...

Hi! I accidently brought up my earliest archive page, and saw that you were possibly the first stranger to give me a comment. Your blog is very interesting. I remember being right out of college and living with my parents. Enjoy your twenties while you have them and take care of that knee (I haven't been kind to my knees). That was an interesting babysitting story! Lucky something awful didn't happen. TGIF!

ropedncr said...

memory is a weird thing. i have lost a lot of significant bits, and i've also 'remembered' things that never happened. i'm lucky when i just know what's going on right now.

A said...

Very true, ropedncr. I almost missed a meeting today due to the fact that I cannot remember things from one minute to the next.

In 20 years, I will be totally screwed.

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