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Peel Away The Layers - @Studio30Plus Prompt



While watching the idiot box the other night I saw a cute commercial for milk that talks about the silly things we did when we were younger and don't do now...but we still drink milk, Well, I'm the opposite. I stopped drinking milk ages ago but I still do silly things.

But it got me thinking about silly things I did as a kid and as I started to peel away the layers of my failing mind some memories made me laugh.

I must have been three or four years of age and I recall I had a serious constipation problem. My trips to the john for a number 2 were few and far between. Instead, every once and awhile when I could no longer hold it in I'd drop little poop pellets behind the couch in the living room where, I thought, no one would ever find them. I was an only child up until I was seven. If only my brothers had been born sooner or I'd had a rabbit I could have blamed it on one of them.

Years later, in my early teens, by which time I'd learned the value of regular bowel movements my friends and I would spend our summers hanging out at the local beach. We'd hang out, being cool, drinking Cokes and smoking cigarettes, swimming and sunbathing all day.

Well one day I'd taken a little too much sun and my back soon turned into one huge blistering, festering mess. I don't recall the pain but I do remember it was itchy as hell. Talk about peeling away the layers, I did so literally as I constantly scratched and picked at one layer of skin and then another and another. Things were so bad my mother had to finally get the vacuum cleaner to clean up my bedroom floor. But Mom, what about my back?

It's amazing the memories we recall when we start to peel away the layers of our minds, isn't it?


Comments

nonamedufus said…
I don't think there was such a thing as sunscreen back then, other than keeping your shirt on.
Jayne said…
Great use of the prompt, Duf. I had a couple of those sunburns, but I never pooped behind the couch.
nonamedufus said…
No? Hmm, I wonder if I should have shared that?
ReformingGeek said…
Yep. No sunscreen. Keep your shirt on outside and your pants up inside. Stay away from behind the couch. That place is only for hiding from Daleks, certainly not pooping!
nonamedufus said…
Now, "Who" told you that?
Kir said…
When I was 21, I used baby oil and a 87 degree day to burn my chest to the color of cooked lobsters and had such severe sun poisoning that I needed to sleep on my back with cold compresses all over me for 3 days. It is funny what we remember and how we remember it. I also remember the boy I met in the hospital I met near the ER, we're still friends. I liked your peel away...
nonamedufus said…
I'm really quite taken by your approach to sun bathing - topless! Are you a child of the 60s?
nonamedufus said…
Funny that, eh? Although I have to say I haven't seen Any animals move on to the hard stuff. Must be where I live.
Thomas Marlowe said…
Great piece of work - and made me think about the bits from my own past that make me blink in surprise when i recall them
nonamedufus said…
I think it's good to remember the silly things we did as kids. Helps us as adults. Most of us, anyway.

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