I've been thinking of writing an autobiography or memoir but it just never comes together for me but I figured if I write one story at a time and post it on my blog maybe once a month, I can do that. Maybe one day I'll pull all the stories together and put them in a book but for now I'll just share some stories with you about my childhood. Some of the stories will be happy, some sad and some horrific because that was my childhood. But they will all be real, things that actually happened. If it seems like something that people enjoy reading maybe I'll keep it going. These stories will not be in any kind of order, I'll just write them as they come to me.
An Encounter With My Cousin
My dad's sister passed away right before I was born from lung and stomach cancer. She had a young son named Bill. Bill was adopted by my great aunt Zona. She was my paternal grandmother's sister, my dad's aunt. Bill was a few years older than me so when we would go to Utah to visit my grandmother and aunt Zona in the Summertime, Bill would be there. The last time I remember being there I was 10 years old and Bill was just a few years older than me. We usually got along ok but he didn't like being around my brother, Billy who was 2 years younger than me.
My aunt Zona and grandmother lived in a huge house with many rooms, a basement, a downstairs play area and a sub-basement where they stored a ton of canned foods and cans of food. There was also a couple of freezers down there that were filled with frozen foods.
So while we were there Bill was in the playroom with me and he told me that we could go get some snacks out of the room with all the food. So I went with him not thinking anything of it. We got to the door and I went inside, he shut the door behind me and turned the lights out. The light switch was on the outside of the door. I screamed for him to let me out but he just laughed and he left. There were no windows in the room so it was pitch black in there and I couldn't see a thing. I was in that room for I think 2 hours before my aunt Zona found me. I told her what happened but she didn't believe me and said I shouldn't have been snooping around and if I got locked in the room somehow that was my own fault for being down there in the first place.
I still sleep with a light on in my room and I think it probably stems from that incident. I was surprised that my parents never came looking for me in those 2 hours.
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