Many, many years ago
I was five or six years old. I was in Brugge, Belgium, with my parentals. Aimlessly wandering around the town, we aimlessly wander into a church. We aimlessly wander around the church. We aimfully wander back to the door - to find that the bastards in charge have locked up and legged it. Cue an hour and a half of my parents shouting through the keyhole for help while terrified, five year old me, with no concept of time, and a fear of dark deserted churches stood behind them bawling my eyes out.

I can smile about it now but at the time it was terrible...
(judeski walked on water and ran through fire, Sat 21 Mar 2009, 16:53, 1 reply)

Oh Momma let me go...
*click* for the Morrissey quote :)
(Patrice Ici Reticulating Splines, Sun 22 Mar 2009, 7:07, closed)