Subject: RL 15 from Scottsdale (F/f)
From: arizona406@aol.com (Arizona406)
Date: 15 Apr 1996 10:34:10 -0400
Well you guys... this is not the place if this stuff offends you. What more do I have to say. This is just a memory.
Well my fellow friends. It is coming back to me. We are in spring time and I think back to things that are in my past. Things that at the time were castistrophic at the time, but now are just a warm cute time. I am remembering a time before I moved to Arizona. Actually, I didn’t think I really rememvered all that much. But I do. We were living in the midwest. And our house and my best friends house were across the street from each other. But between her and me was a lot of ground. The reason I rememver this is it was Easter. You know Easter when the family goes out to look so nice. Bonnents, new dresses, new suits, and candy. Actually, I don’t remember that my dad got a new suit. If he did it was a twin to his old coat. Which it just might be. Guys don’t seem to get new stuff for Easter. I don’t know why. We go through all kinds of pain to look nice. I don’t know why... it really was a sad time when JC got nailed.
Anyway, my mom got me all put together. I was the cutiest thing at church. Must have been because all these ladies that looked like they forgot to die would say... what a darling little girl. Such a sweet thing.
My how she has grown. Oh what a cute bonnet. Nice little girl. And I had to just stand there and let them pat me on the head. Squeeze my cheeks. Give me a kiss. And they smelled like they died long ago too. But I certainly couldn’t tell them that. Not with my mom standing right there enjoying the rewards of dragging me off to shop for new clothes. Well, she really didn’t have to drag me. I love clothes. My favorite time. Even when I was 4 or 5. That was how old I was. Cause we moved out to Scottsdale when I was five. Might have been that summer or else I was 4 and it was the following summer. I wasn’t in school yet, but I could get around by myself. So it was 4 or 5.
Well, that week it had rained like crazy. But that Sunday the Sun was shinning, the sky was blue, and I was very warm. But I had Spring fever. At least that is what everone made a fuss about at church. Besides doing all the squeezing and kissing of the little kids. Next they would say what a glorious day it was. Not that it was a beuatiful day. That it was a glorious day. I haven’t any idea why I think of these things. But I can see these old people all shaking hands. Like they may never see each other again.
My brother was not as cool as me. Even then I can remember that. My mom was bent over with her face in his face and a vice-grip on his arm. Shaking a finger at not being pleasant at all. He had the look of he better just listen and survive. I know he wasn’t really listening. He just acted like it. Waiting for it all to be over. Then my mom said something sharp at him and he frooze. Now when thinking back I know what it was. But at the time it just seemed like magic words. But she must have threaten to spank him when we got home, cause he turned into an angel. It makes me want to barf. Really. How can parents ever fall for that angle stuff. So she says spank and we change instantily. Oh parents can be so dumb.
Anyway Sunday school was as boring as ever. But not really. I got to color these eggs. And look cute for all the teachers. When I look back it is hard to tell one Easter from another. The same words seem to be said. The same activites are done. I just wonder how many eggs I have colored in my life. It must be close to millions. Maybe billions. But it was tons anyway. Only Halloween out does Easter for the candy that is given out. Maybe Christmas is close. Then the rest of the year we have to brush our teeth to make up for it.
Well on the way home. I had so much energy. I can still feel it. I just wanted to get there and run in the sunshine. To enjoy the day. But my mom was telling me things that just must be an automatic thing. Change your clothes.... get on your play clohes before going out to play. And be sure to let me know where you are... and on and on. It pretty soon all ran together. But I wasn’t listening. I was just thinking of my friend across the street. What fun we are going to have today. I didn’t know what we were going to do, but I just knew we were going to have fun. Yea.
Well we all got out and into the house. My dad went directly to the living room to read the Sunday paper. My mom headed to her post. She had to finish making Sunday dinner. I haven’t any idea where my brother went.
But up to his room most likely. And I started going up the stairs to change. But I heard my girl friend call me. I stopped and changed direction. I was gone. Out the door to pley.
Now we lived in this neighborhood that had a curvey road. There was only one way in and out. You drive in and could drive around this ground and leave the way you came in. My house was on the west side of all this. To get to the road was a little ditch. When it rained it flooded and the only way to the road was the driveway. All these houses were in a circle.
So at the west part of the circle was my house and on the east part of the circle was my girl friends house. And in between were two ditches and a road and circle of ground. I hope I am making this clear. So the fastest way to get to my friend was straight. That meant crossing my ditch, the road, the grassy area that the road curved around, and another ditch and then I was there. Most of the time it is a smooth sailing.
Now I could have taken a few seconds more and gone over to her by using my driveway and the road. But, hey, that would have taken thirty seconds more. The sun was shinning. My heart was filled with spring energy. Any my girl friend was beaming with joy for me to get there as fast as I could. It really wasn’t a decission. My mind just say go staight. Not one thought ever entered me to stay on the driveway and road to get to her. I went staight.
The first thing was that when I hit the bottom of my dith, my shoes got a little soagy, but I jumped over the most messy part and was on the road. Then I crossed and was on this grassy area. I was on a dead run by then. I leaped over a stick and went plop. To sickening suction sounds. As I came down my feet hit this muddy, soagy mess. I sunk a foot into it. Past my pretty Sunday shoes, past my ankels to about mid calf. Both feet.
In the muck. My beautiful dress, all with spring flowers and birds pattern on white had now a brown mud about an inch up. My first bolt of fear went through me. It wasn’t that I was stuck for the rest of my life in the muck. It was my mom would kill me for getting the dress muddy. The bottom of it was soaked. I had to get out, and save my dress!
I could not move either foot. I tried. But the more I tried, the harder I seemed to be stuck. My shoes were long gone. The were down there. In the muck. On my feet, but not anywhere to be seen. I was starting to feel sick in the deep part of my stumack. I looked back toward my house. No one was looking. If I could just get out. I was stuck. I couldn’t move. I tried and tried. My girl friend was giving me encouragment, but she would come in and pull me out. She didn’t want to get stuck. I started panicking now. I twisted this way and that. And soon lost my balance and sat down right in the stuff. My heart expoded. My dress was now a soagy rag from waist on down. I leand forward and was able to stnd back up. But now my dress was muddy, my hands were too. My feet were nowhere in sight. Now I didn’t care about my clothes. I was afraid I would sink into this mess. I could feel my body go down another inch. I was stuck up to my knees. I started crying now. Calling for help. My girl friend ran to get her father. And the worst thing was it seemed like every family in the circle came out, but mine. They were giving me words of encourgement.
But that was not true. My parents were out there. I was just to upset to see them. Or I didn’t want to see them. But now was a crowd. A man tried to come out to get me, but he didn’t want to lose his shoes either. And then I saw my dad. He had these two big pieces of wood. Not as big as doors. But maybe half a door. He laid them down and was able to stand on them. But all the while he was working his way to me he did not smile once. He did not say anything to me. I was now scared that he would get me out of there. Maybe I was saver in the mud. Couldn’t these people save me from him.
He yanked me out, with these big clumps of mud attached to my shoes. As soon as I was on the road I got grabbed by my mom. We were now on our way to the house. I was half lead, half dragged, and jerked this way and that. I knew trouble was in store for me. It must just be a kid feeling.
I was crying for sympathy all the way. For anyone’s would have done. My mom was in the scolding mood. I don’t know what she was saying. But now I look back it had to be with the dress.
She did not let me in the house with the mud. She wipped my shoes off and stuck my feet under the outside facet. Then into the deep dark kitchen she pushed and pulled me. I lost my footing a couple of times. She just jerked me to my feet and we continued. As I went through the door I could see the pained look on my girl friend. Like I was on my way to death. Yikes. I might be.
My mom was really upset. That I didn’t do what she said was the most damaging. She yanked my dress off and started soaking it in the sink. I think she was trying to save it. So I am now standing there in my undies and undershirt. Feeling very afraid. I was given it my best “I am so sorry.” shot. The object is to save my butt. She went on for the lognest time about obeying what I am told. Then she got so mad. Iwas so scarred.
She threw the soap into the water and turned and all in a moment I was laying across her lap. Bottom barred. I could feel the cool spring breeze come through the screen door. I could hear the kids across the street playing. Then I heard the echo of my mom’s hand make contact on my bottom. Then the sting sunk in and my pain all burst out my mouth. Another spank landed and she was on a roll. I was kicking and screamming and she was spanking to not be out down. My bottom felt like heat. How could it go from soagy cold spring muck to hot steamy ouch feeling. But who cares. She was making my bottom pay for that dress.
I was squirming this way and that. I almost wiggled off, but she took a hard hold of my hips and lefted me up back in position. And then spanked my bottom for ever. She would work on my right bottom cheek and then the other. Just when I thought I could not stand another spank in the same place she started working on another spot. I kicked so hard that my undies came complely off my leggs. I was pumping my bottom this way and that. Each turn was met with a blistering smack. I certainly was learning to not play in my Easter outfit. My shoes were complely runined and my bottom was paying for it. Then she stopped spanking me and jerked me to my feet. I could see her waving her finger at me through teary eyes. She grabbed my arms and gave me a couple of shakes. She was still mad. She wanted to know if I understood. When I didn’t answer right away, she whipped me around and smacked my bottom twice. I cried out that I understood. I was stamping my feet trying to cool down my bottom. She then dragged me to the bathroom and gave me a bath. My springk day was done. I spent the rest of the day in my room.
When my mom would come into the room I was very careful what I said. I just listened to her scold me about obeying them. About I could have sank compoletly and died. That they would have missed me. That I was lucky no one else go stuck or hurt trying to save me. I made sure to change into play clothes from then on. That is for sure.
The following summer we moved to Arizona. I rememver as we drove away the look on my girl frindes face. It was the same look she had as I was being dragged into the house on that Easter Sunday.
MaryJo