Torture, Arguments and Reactions

tortureWe heard Dad taking the stairs two at a time as he ran up to find out why we weren’t asleep yet. I had a room of my own. My bed was a roll away and, on this night, we were pretending it was a pirate ship. The bar connecting the bed when it was folded up, was the ship’s wheel.  We were laughing and pretending and having a great time.  I was facing forward and, in my imagination, I was guiding our ship through rough waters.  Continue reading