I was an angry little kid. From the ages of about 4.9, I would have inexplicable fits of rage.
I remember destroying my room. Breaking favorite toys and then crying with regret.
We had, for a short time, an orange tree in the back yard.
There was a portion of the deck that curved and the tree was in the grass directly in front of the curvature.
It only bore fruit once and, in a fit of rage, I tore off all three oranges and threw them into the words.
Not long after, the tree died and my dad dug it up.comments powered by Disqus