When I lived in Wichita Falls, Texas, age three, I used to go around <br />the house collecting bugs and spiders. Mostly scorpions (from the sinks and bathtubs and shoes) and black widow spiders (from everywhere) and take them ouside. <br /> <br />Then I would dig a pit in the dirt, dust, sand, or whatever it was, then soak it in gasoline (taken without my father's permission which he would not <br />have given and wisely so since a year or so later I almost burned down our house) . <br /> <br />Oh! The gasoline pit! <br /> <br />Then I would put a spider and a scorpion into the presoaked pit and set it on fire. (I loved matches) You would think that the creatures first instinct <br />would be to flee but instead they would attack each other and burn up in the pit. (neat) Two down and a whole house to go. Bugs, not actually the <br />house. Thus began my early studies in hate. <br />Hate will only succumb to death. (neat again) So you were reading at age four? I was working on my PhD at age three.<br /><br />Midnights Voice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-do-this-at-home/
