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Revision as of 10:34, 4 November 2011
Memories Small stories
Carrot
Without thinking I am preparing dinner. A take the big carrot out of the fridge to clean it.
Suddenly very aware of what I do and where I am, I am staring at the Carrot.
It brings me back to the age of 6.
My mother is washing a big carrot. "He was about that big" I said to her while pointing at the carrot. For a couple of months I would keep saying that every time I saw a big carrot.
It was December 1987 and I was always the first one awake in the house.
To not wake the others ( my brother and parents) I was allowed to play downstairs. That is what I did on the 12th of december.
I made a football team with all my small dolls and let the team with the small animals win. The cat ( Mauwtje) was sitting in front of the window. Suddenly he started meowing.
I unlocked the door to scare away the white cats of the neighborhood who were always teasing our cat. I really hated them.
Not very later the cat started meowing again. I looked out the window to see if it were the white cats again. Only to see a man standing by the door and knocking on it.
I do not remember why, but I opened the door just a little. Maybe I thought I could help this man.
"Do you want to hold my willy?" He asked me. I do not remember if I answered, but I know I was scared and closed the door very quick. I locked the door with only the lock on
the bottom. To lock the upper one too I had to stand on a chair and look him in the eye, therefore I didn't lock that one.
In the hope he would leave by himself I tried to ignore him and took a game book with word puzzles in it. With one eye I kept looking at the door, to see if the man still was there.
He hadn't left and was pushing his willy against the window door. He was wearing a yellow raincoat.
After a couple minutes I walked to the stairs and called for my father "Dad, there is a man at the door asking me to hold his willy"
Before my dad was down, the man was gone and we heard the sound of a motorcycle leaving.
My mother washing the window, the police coming over.
My mother explaining that the man was sick. There was something wrong in his head and that he needed help.
I felt sad for him and didn't want him to be in jail, because he was sick and needed help.
It was my parents weddingsday.
Back in the present I finsh cleaning the carrot, taking a knife and start cutting it into small pieces.