“I’LL SHOW YOU, DADDY!”
I was about eight years old and my daddy yelled at me for something I had not done. For whatever reason, he blamed me. I can’t remember what it was I supposedly did or why Daddy blamed me. I was devastated! How unfair!
“I’ll show you, Daddy!” I thought. “I’ll run away and then you’ll miss me and be sorry for yelling at me.”
But it was no fun running away if I couldn’t see my daddy missing me and feeling bad. I decided to climb the next-door neighbor’s tree in his backyard. I had climbed this tree many times before. From there I could see into my kitchen window and a partial view of the dinning and living rooms. I could enjoy watching my daddy missing me.
Off I went out the door. No one asked me where I was going. I climbed the tree and had a perfect view.
“Okay, Daddy, miss me!” I said to myself.
I watched and waited. No signs of being missed, but any time now Dad should notice I was gone. I could see my mommy and brother and sisters carrying on. My daddy was in the living room reading the newspaper.
After awhile I had to pee, but I could hold it. I waited. Still no sign of “Where’s Gary? Maybe I shouldn’t have yelled at him.”
Dark clouds started to crowd the clear sky, and it was getting colder.
It started spit rain.
Still no sign of Daddy missing me. I could still see him reading the newspaper.
Now it was doing more than spitting rain and it was cold. This made my having to pee worse.
Finally I climbed out of the tree and went into the house. I was gone several(?) hours. No one asked me, “Where were you?” Daddy never even looked up from the newspaper. No one missed me!
The only relief I got that day was when I finally went to the bathroom.