Corn fields
susan bundlie
When I was little I went out for a walk and got lost. We lived on the
edge of a small town and I remember something about being scared by a
pen of pigs and running away from them, ending up in the cornfield
behind our house.
Although the memory is vague now, I stood between a couple stalks of
corn to hide and leaned forward to look down the row. There was a
blinding light rushing toward me and I felt like I was being propelled
WAAAAAY up in the sky.
I have no idea what this memory is about, but it was a major one and
every time I started talking to a therapist about it my whole body
would tremble.
I've checked for scoop marks in my skin and haven't found any (remember
that?). <g>
Susan
edge of a small town and I remember something about being scared by a
pen of pigs and running away from them, ending up in the cornfield
behind our house.
Although the memory is vague now, I stood between a couple stalks of
corn to hide and leaned forward to look down the row. There was a
blinding light rushing toward me and I felt like I was being propelled
WAAAAAY up in the sky.
I have no idea what this memory is about, but it was a major one and
every time I started talking to a therapist about it my whole body
would tremble.
I've checked for scoop marks in my skin and haven't found any (remember
that?). <g>
Susan