Story of Me

Story of Me

A Chapter by M.E.Lyle

"Hey butt head, bees don't sting little kids."


Chapter One

Story of Me

In the year of 1959 I became an American, technically speaking mind you, but an American all the same. My father was an American, my mother was an American, my older brother, youngest brother, and youngest sister...all Americans. But for my oldest younger sister and I it was different. I mean, it's not like we were from another planet or anything, although my older brother Steve would probably argue that point. He thought I was a butt head. I'm not quite sure what that meant, but I'm pretty sure it meant non humanoid.

It was oil, that black, sticky, obnoxiously smelly substance that shot up from the bowels of our mother planet that led to the circumstances of my questionable citizenship.

It sent my father packing up all his belongings, one son, and a reluctant wife, to settle in a land so foreign to them that my mother sat down and cried for two weeks.

Venezuela, the land of...well, a land.

 And that's where my sister and I were born.

To me it was paradise, I mean, it was summer year round. That meant, swimming, fishing, throwing rocks at hornets nest while your faithful stray dog stood confidently beside you thinking you knew best.

OK, I have to admit, that last part wasn't so smart.

I have to give it to my brother and his hoodlum friends, they pulled a good one over my innocent naivety.

Hey butt head, bees don't sting little kids.”

Liar. My face swell up like a pumpkin. As for my faithful companion, I never saw him again.

Some companion. Abandon a guy just over a few little bees, and just when you need him too.

I heard he got run over a week later. I guess if he had a choice he'd pick the bees over that truck any day. You can recover from a few bee stings. A crushed skull...not so easy.

And thus ended my first bee encounter. I learned a lot from that lesson. Never, no matter how much you want to, never trust your older brother.

When I was ten and a half years old my parents had had enough. Our paradise had become a den of civil unrest, revolution, and political instability.

I thought it was kinda' neat because every time there was coup of the government the citizens had a carnival.

That could only mean one candy.

Show me a kid who doesn't like free candy and I'll show you...well, I don't really have anything interesting to show, just take my word for it.

Carnival time was particularly fun because the candy was being tossed out by beautifully, and scantily dressed girls.

Bare skin was everywhere.

 Our mothers made us cover our eyes so we wouldn't go blind. 

It was a common belief in those days that looking upon such carnal deviancy caused all sorts of horrible things to happen.

 Blindness was the biggie though. 

 Optometrist had a field day with this one. 

 "See ya' been lookin at the girlies again aye Mikie."

 Optometrist, ha, what do they know.

Show me a boy who...never mind, I think we've already gone over that.

And so it was that civil unrest led to further civil unrest. My father once again packed up all our belongings, five kids, we had multiplied since arriving, and his loving wife, who was by now happy in her surroundings, and we headed north to the good ole US of A.

As we turned to leave I could hear chants of “Gringo go home.”

Funny thing was, I was home.

© 2017 M.E.Lyle

Author's Note

This is a true story. The others that may follow may stretch the boundaries between reality and fiction.
Sometimes you gotta add a little color.

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This is better than a story about Patton driving through Europe. Thanks. No reason to be serious, I am in my 60's and have little time for serious

Posted 2 Years Ago

wow! wonderful! i can see myself right there with you and it's only the beginning. sorry to hear of what happened to your little buddy.

Posted 2 Years Ago

Even if you stretch the boundaries, I still like your style and short stories. This is no exception...Bravo....

Posted 2 Years Ago

interesting true story told in your unique style. quite humourous. bees don't sting little kids? that's a mean brother you've got there :)

Posted 2 Years Ago

I believe this is a trues story. I think you were lucky--to know a different culture for a while, and probably pick up anoher language a well.

Posted 2 Years Ago

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Wills Point, TX

Finally, after all these years, I've changed my avatar. I see I managed to cut off my head along with my wife's head. Ouch. This past November 1, 2015, I had my 67th birthday. Didn't I have one of.. more..

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