Childhood Memory

My childhood consisted of many memories, some better than others. Although most of them are totally inappropriate to talk about, there is one that I have been consistently reminded of. This memory took place during my “terrible twos” period. As a child, I was very protective of my mommy. I could not stand for anyone to even touch her, especially men. My mother had a boyfriend named Calvin Williams. He would always irritate me by putting me on the floor and putting his arms around my mother. One day I was finally fed up with his nonsense! (LOL) Once again he sat me on the floor and put his arms around my mom. I yelled, “Get away from my mama!” He did not obey me, so I had to retaliate. So I looked around to find something to throw at him. (Can you imagine a two year old working on his master plan to destroy his opponent?) I could not find anything at all to throw at him. Then right beside the television was one of my mom’s high heels. I crawled over to the t v, picked up my weapon of mass destruction, aimed, and fired! *Poooooowwwwwwwwwwww,* the shoe nailed him right in the face! Bullseye!!!! He quickly felt for the spot in which I had bruised him in and got up from the couch. I let out a quick giggle as the lump rose on his forehead. As he was walking towards me, my mother quickly jumped up and grabbed me yelling, “You bet not hit my baby!” I was saved! Well at least for the moment…