Hey! Guess what! It’s “Share a Random Memory for No Reason Other Than It Popped into My Head Day”! Aren’t you glad you stopped by to read such rubbish? Sure you are! So here goes.
I was seven or eight years old (as pictured), playing down at the ponds around the edge of the neighbourhood. I remember we were catching tadpoles. Then these older kids came over and started talking to us. They told us that we should be careful because there was a killer on the loose. So far, there weren’t any children missing, but you never know.
We didn’t want to believe them, but they pointed up to the hillside as proof. They’d just come down from having a closer look. Those weren’t all rocks, you know. The one right there in the middle? Well, that’s the decapitated head of an old lady. They told us not to get too close because there were bugs all over it. Plus that, the killer might be watching.
I remember being brave and telling the kids I didn’t believe them. But at the same time, I remember thinking up an excuse for why we needed to go home right then and there.
Oh, I was frightened. But I wasn’t going to let those big kids know that. Instead, I told my Daddy what they said.
Now, I don’t know if he knew from the start the whole thing was a joke to scare us little kids (probably) or if he really thought it needed investigation (less likely) but he had us take him to the ponds (which might have been big puddles, in hindsight) to show him where this head was.
As we stood on the edge of the water, Daddy went in for a closer look. Then came back and told us that it was definitely just a rock.
::Phew!:: Thank goodness for that!
Sorry, I can’t really remember much more about the story. I can’t even remember who I was with that day. Oh, but it reminds me of another water-based memory. Maybe I’ll share that with you one day, too. In the mean time, feel free to share a random memory of yours with me!