While we're waiting for the QOTW to change
Here's another story of the satan in human form that was the young BobFossil.

When I was a baby/toddler, my older brother doted on me. He loved me. He thought I was the coolest thing ever. He'd say Star Wars quotes to me over and over again, until I'll parrot them back to him, word-perfect. We'd play at Spaceships (the climbing frame was our trusty vehicle), and he would be the Captain, while I was always his First Mate. He would do Darth Vader impressions for hours to keep me amused. In short, he adored me, and I adored him.

Until one fateful day, when the balance of the universe was rent asunder. I was about 3 years old.

He had a friend around to play, and because he wasn't giving his full attention to me, I got a bit narked off. More than a bit, actually.
My mother was suddenly surprised to see two 10 year-old boys run into the house in tears, screaming for her to "get BobFossil away!"

Apparently I'd run out there, kicked them both in the shins, made them cry, and they were both afraid of me. Two boys, both more than twice my height, were afraid of me. My brother ceased to think of me as a small and grubby angel brought down to earth, and started thinking of me as an annoying little brat. He downright started to hate me once I discovered that I could inflict a lot of pain by kicking him between the legs.

And to think, I'm such a sweet-natured*, temperate**, non-sweary*** innocent**** young lady these days.



*most of the time
**not really
***what, are you kidding?!
****LIES
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 13:42, Reply)