The stories are multiple
I think I'll start here...I will try and disregard the tales I have already told about my children (my youngest shitting himself and leaving me to give him an upside down bogwash in Tenby can be read in my past questions) and give you a couple about the other horrors which have afflicted me in my years upon this earth by the evil force which is CHILD.

When I was 9 I went on holiday to a caravan park in Tenby (I think this place may be cursed) I was placed in charge of my two cousins, one who was 6 and the other who was five. This was a different time, it was not unreasonable for a child of nine to go to the swing park, 7 caravans away, alone with 2 other children. Anyway I swung, they swung, we all swung, I pushed, they pushed, I pushed one on the swing, the other ran underneath. *SMASH*

The dreaded bleeding head wound. The blood, the blood. Hospital, Stitches, GUILT, Tin-Tin bandage, Guilt, blood, vomit.

I was always seen as a "loose cannon" from that moment on. I fucking HATE Tenby. And KIDS.
( my_cat_has_no_shoes meh meh meh MEH MEH, Wed 23 Apr 2008, 22:07, Reply)