YVONNE CECELIA MACK [YVE]

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"LIFE IN GEORGIA" 

 

Date Range: 08/01/1978 To 10/01/1978   Comments: 2   Views: 6,916
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We visited our step-father in  "the army". Yall know it was jail right? I remember him talking to our mother on the "visit" talking about coming back to NYC. My mother didn't want to go back. She wanted them to stay in Georgia. They argued for the rest of the "visit". We went home and was real quiet. I knew a storm was coming. I decided to take my sister out back to investigate those "piles of dirt" just to get out of the house and away from her. Our neighbors asked us where we were going, i said "to play in the sand dunes". They started laughing real hard and shit. I wondered what the hell they were laughing at. We just kept walking and ignored them. We finally got to the sand dunes and started throwing rocks at them. they were real easy to  topple. I thought they were hard and climbable, but the dirt was loose and crumbled easily. I remember wondering to myself who had polked all those holes in the sand dunes. There was about a good 10 sand dunes out there. We started kicking them and running through them until all of  a sudden we felt stinging sensations on our feet and legs! I looked down to see that I had on a pair of red tube sox moving up my legs! My sister began screaming and so the hell did I! We stared runnning  and trying to kick and swipe those red fire ants off our legs but them mutha f'kers were sticking like flies to shit! Now I knew what those bastards were laughing at when they asked where we were going! They knew we were heading towards them damn ant hills!  F'ing bastards! We managed to make it home and  ran up them stairs and into the bathroom. Those ants ate our asses up! I could't believe it. My mother took care of my sisters bites , I took care of mine. I itched and ached for hours. My sister was mysteriously quiet. I think my mother gave her something to stop the stinging but didn't give it to me. She blamed me for getting my sister attacked. Uh , hello, I was attacked too. I think I cried myself to sleep that night.



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Member Since
Apr 2008
Chuck Stallong said:
posted on Jun 01, 2008
i figured

i heard a friend's mom when I was little tell him that daddy was in the army and not coming home. I guess at least she didn't tell him he had gotten killed. Killer ants? Why didn't the a-holes in the place warn you? You were just little kids. That's sick..... (of them)


Member Since
Aug 2007
Antje Wilsch said:
posted on Jun 05, 2008
I Love

your writing Love it