When my nursery became WW2

When I was very small, my mother decided she had gotten fed up with me and thus brought me to closest nursery.

Towards the Nursery

Obviously, I had no idea of what was happening as I clutched my mothers hand and admired the many colors around me. After all those moments segregated at home, the fresh air of freedom felt freshadelicious (Yes, I invent words, sue me)

We reached the nursery, which my mother described as beautiful:

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However what I saw in that area, was fear eaten by terror in a cloak of atrocity and death. (Damn, I should be a writer, check out these words)

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Then suddenly my mother wretched off from my grip and run as fast as she could away abandoning me to a premature death, or so I thought. Growing, i understood that by doing so, she herself had become free.

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Below you may observe an accurate representation of how I saw the nursery at age 3, yes maybe I was a sick child or am I still now?

scaryThe monsters were coming at me with their tentacular arms, as I turned around I saw that the area had transformed into a post apocalyptic setting. Even the trees had grown tentacles to hold weapons and flying chainsaws vaulted around as crashing cars burnt down through the street. Oh you think I’m exaggerating? Keep reading…

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I turned around to run behind me I heard a pack of wolfs hunting me down. Then suddenly, I tripped on a rock, not a common rock, it was Ser Stone de La Muerte (As I later called him).

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He was so evil that he had swords on his swords. He made me trip in a pit of darkness.

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When I opened my eyes, the “playground” (as it was supposedly called) had transformed in a warfare area from WW2. Planes were shooting above me and bombs fell as I left behind my legs to squirm for safety.
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Then suddenly, a voice called my name. I looked up and a blonde woman was standing above me, claiming to be my teacher.

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Later that day she asked my mum what my mental problems were and how she could help. My mother has always treated me differently since.

Love,

Ludo.

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A plant is growing inside me.

Hi all, Being the first time we meet, I will try to contain myself and not scare you off. However yes, as you’ve read from the title, this story is about me believing a plant was growing inside me. If you do not consider this weird enough let me just anticipate that I have used this belief also to hit on girls and let me assure that asking them to check out your plant is not the best way to hook up…especially when you’re both 7 and their mother is standing beside her. This story begins in a very simple way. When I was seven years old I started to grow a passion for eating fruit seeds. The fact that I could die suffocating (at least so I believed) if it blocked in my trachea made the entire challenge more and more thrilling as it was some kind of game between life and death. One day I was proceeding in such breathtaking action when suddenly my mother growled out of nowhere. FotoEsempio FotoEsempio 2 She told me that I must not eat the seeds and in order to ensure that I would respect such order she invented one of her oddly terrifying stories. (She did this a lot, you’ll here more about that in the future) a plant will grow piantabocca She told me that if I ate a seed, a plant would start growing inside me, starting from the depths of my stomach (saying it started from buttocks would have been quite disturbing) and finishing through my mouth (as seen in the drawing above [I am so good at drawing {and using brackets}]). This brought me to consider the fable: Jack and the beanstalk and of the plant which grew from the magic beans and obviously. being a kid, I applied it to the freakish my mother had just told me. jack&beanplantinmouth The magic plant which would have grown from inside me, would have obviously reached the terrible giant living in the clouds above (As I am writing this, I realize how weird it sounds, so please bare with me and don’t run away). As in Jack and the beanstalk, the giant would have started climbing down the plant… giant And down into my mouth… giantinmouth Already at the time I was growing a striving passion for diets and healthy eating for I realized quite quickly that with a giant in my stomach, I would have become fat, I mean very fat. (Such a genius) fat Until I would have exploded like a time bomb (this is so incredibly realistic, its crazy) boom On the plus side, I began to use this “plant inside me” to hit on girls. wanna see ma plant “Wanna see ma plant” was my hit line, you gotta admit its quite innovative. However, it never worked mainly because the mother of dem girls hearing a 7 year old boy say this went crazy and intervened in fury, believing I was about to show off my tool.

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So yes, thank you mum for terrifying me but also thank you for the hit line, without those mothers I would have been a top player.