Childhood Memories

Sunday afternoons at the Bennett house were boring after lunch. My parents would read or write letters to my siblings who were away. I often found myself alone in my room looking at baseball cards, magazines, or watching TV. On one particular Sunday afternoon I laid in my room looking at baseball cards. I shared my room with my two older brothers. We were typical young boys, dirty, grotty, and smelly. Clothes were thrown all over, with dirty sports equipment piled in every corner of the room. The walls are dingy white with a one by four as the base board. So it's no wonder what happened really happened to me. My brother Ron was a weird kid! He would allow baby snakes to bite his pinkie. While I laid in the room playing with cards I noticed a stick laying on the base board. I thought Ron might have put it on there so when he looked for snakes he had a stick to take. After a few minutes I noticed the one stick is about a foot up the wall. I yelled, "Guys, stop missing with me." My brothers had a tendency to pick on me and beat up on me. So I thought they found some remote controlled object to scare me to death. I got up and walked closer to the wall and noticed that the stick was a snake. I hate snakes and every creepy crawly thing in this world. I ran out screaming and yelling at the top of my lungs, "Snake!! Snake!!" My dad and Ron were in the house and they came into the room looking for the snake. After five minutes of searching and tearing the bedroom apart we found the little devil. A black king snake, harmless and frightened by the racket that I caused. I was the person who caused all the problems for nothing. The king snake is harmless and kills other snakes. I would probably do the same thing all over again, regardless of knowing the type of snake!