My Childhoods

[ My Childhoods ]

I was raised by wolves. I was raised by worms. By humans. When I was four my dad died (a hunting accident). My parents died in a terrible plane crash on the eve of my sixteenth birthday; I cried a little; I got a wool sweater from my grandma. I didn't make a peep. My brother, the wolf, raised me. Nobody raised me. I died in my sleep. I used to have a very special talent--I could sing the alphabet backwards to the tune of my favorite nursery rhyme; that was before I was born mute. My father would take my whole family to the zoo; I liked to thumb wrestle the apes. Sometimes it was a draw. I always won. He never took my mother, who was a wolf. When I was four I died in a hunting accident. I howl at the moon. Often! Never! I chase cars. Growl! I used to pray for wolves to take me away and raise me as their pup. That never happened, except once.
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