Being Me: What Early Years

Last week I shared a little bit, as much as I permitted myself to and just about as much as I could remember (and an appreciative memory I had) , about myself and family and immediate extended.

I remember a time long before my little bro (who's quite the man now himself) came along. Indeed, that time the thoughts of being the only son had been hardwired into my living. I had my sister for company then. It was me, her, mum, dad, and my Uncle, Mike, Dad's younger brother and the youngest in dad's family who became my oldest best friend, besides Mum and Dad.

Oh, how quite unrosy things were that time. First, there was me and my polio. Money difficultly earned went into ensuring I received adequate attention at the hospital. And my dad was the only one working then. I developed my infrangible bond with mum during those times while she held my arms as we traveled crowded sidewalks and my fingers when I looked into the eye of the syringe right before they pierced my flesh (which they did with abandon anyway), while she pouched me in her arms when I could walk no longer. She never gave up on me and by God! she thought me to never give up on myself.

Despite my disability, I never missed daycare which she was in charge of. In fact, I've never missed any part of schooling.

I went to Nursery and Primary School with my sister. Though I was two years ahead of her when I started, she caught up with me in no time, scaling levels because the teachers found her too good to be behind. Educationally, she was my inspiration. Dad was my hero. Even with the very tight, almost nothing, budget, our school fees always got paid and never came in late. How he used to do it, I never know, don't still know, because as much as I know, he has this no borrowing policy that I have strictly adhered to and which has kept me away from undue trouble.

Those times, I used to wear calipers on my infected right leg. It was in my final year I got rid of it after training myself to walk without it, an arduous task I continue to fail at today.

We took the Common Entrance together. We passed. Confident of my progress, Mum decided I move to a boarding school (the best decision ever) that was as far from home as another city while my sister attended a Day School close to home. Oh, it was about this time, my brother came.

Oh, the memories.

High school started a whole different story for me as a whole lot of important events that would shape my life started to take place. Exactly what High School does to any man in his life.

(Keep it a date with me next week for What Late Years)

Love you all.

Quote Of The Day

"Growing up means learning what life is. When you're little, you have a set of ideals, standards, criteria, plans, outlooks, and you think that you have to sit around and wait for them to happen to you and then life will work..."

~C. JoyBell C.

eBook Reviews - The Boy Who Melted by Travis McBee

Review of The Boy Who Melted by Travis McBee

Book Blurb: John Woodward suffers from one of the strangest afflictions the world has ever seen: whenever he is caught in the rain he quite literally begins to melt.

I rated this book 4 of 5 stars

This book is the first I’ve read from this author and what prompted me to pick it to pluck it from the site of download was the fact it appeared to be the author’s first published work there. I got it for free so no one loses.

It started up well, it had a very good premise that set a good foundation for the story to build upon. But built fairly it did. First I didn’t understand why the story was classified as horror. It should’ve been put under the mystery section as it poorly contained elements of horror, which I was disappointed with as I had downloaded it to read some mindbending gory stuff from some new guy.

Then somewhere close to the finish, grammatical errors started to peep through the story, though not much to deter my interest in it.

However, the writing was clear and precise and easy to read. It took me about an hour to read and absorb the story. Though it didn’t leave me wanting more, it was very interesting, fair justice done to a genuine idea. And now it has made me anticipate forthcoming works of this author.

You can download The Boy Who Melted by Travis McBee on Smashwords with this link and drop him at least a line telling him how much you enjoyed his story.

Just Random Stuff That Comes Up: Between Grave Encounters And Grave Encounters 2

News Flash: I've just seen a movie that made me retch really hard in my sleep!

     I thought I'd seen the most terrifying movie in my life when I watched 28 Weeks Later (It'd been Silent Hill 1 (Before that Mirrors)). I was wrong. Very wrong. Now I've taken ill for my error. But I will live.

     The rave had been on since last year, I think. I'd even checked its three-minute trailer on Youtube. But what made me go on and watch it was after seeing it on several top lists of horror movies of the decade. You know what was worse? Because I didn't believe it would totally freak me out, I got the 2 too. Imagine that.

     Grave Encounters Storyline: For their ghost hunting reality show, a production crew locks themselves inside an abandoned mental hospital that's supposedly haunted - and it might prove to be all too true.

      I don't know if it's just me but it's appearing that the found footage format for movies is becoming the fad these years. Quarantine 1 was a success. Yeah, that movie scared the shit out of me too. Thank God for The Blair Witch Project. It has proved to be a revolutionary movie. Exactly what Night Of The Living Dead has been to the zombie genre so far.

     The movie started off innocently, in fact so innocent that except for the originality the characters portrayed in their roles, I had considered shutting it off to turn to some writing. Then when the crew go in and tell the caretaker to keep them in lockdown, I was, "Ok, this is getting interesting.". The plot behind the plot took me too. The haunted building had been a dumping ground for lunatics. I mean, what's more terrifying than mad specters. Really mad specters. Which (now I'm really pitying myself) Grave Encounters had aplenty. But it wasn't... how should I describe...

      Her...

 

...that freaked me out at first, though she really did a number's number on me. And that tongueless demon something that was hanging from the ceiling. Why would any sane scriptwriter put that there? It was disturbing. Goddamn disturbing.

      What scared the shit out of me (really) the most was the no-way out part, when T. C. tries to break the front door down and finally succeeds only to find that the front door was no longer the front door and instead opens to more wards. Around back, the Exit sign points to a blank wall. Then everything goes to hell! Like an insane representation of Hell. Eventually, badass, phony, overbrash Lance gets more truth than he tried to find.

 Grave Encounters 2 Storyline: A film student who is obsessed with the movie Grave Encounters sets out with his friends to visit the psychiatric hospital depicted in the original film.

     I was hooked after the part one that I dove headfirst into the two, partially so find how much more it would mess with my mind. And it did not disappoint. In fact, it was more original than the first, from my point of view. It had everything the first had, except with more involvement of...

this guy...

... and his entrance was even more dramatic. However, the sequel let me down in that someone finds a way out of the madhouse. (Not the first time, which was a more intriguing twist the story had. The lead actor and a couple of folks get out of the building and actually make it to their room and then they take the elevator down and the door opens back into the same building. That was more riveting than the first part.) That kind of dampens my belief that there might be a three. Still, I'm keeping my fingers crossed and hoping.

     I'm still reeling from the long night's unrest. I'll get well soon though. All I need's a good meal and a decent high school movie. Then after that The Cabin In The Woods. Because I can't hear anything else but it everywhere around me now.

Quote Of The Day

While seeking revenge, dig two graves - one for yourself.
~Douglas Horton