Good Old 917 Sandalwood dr.

My first years I remember were at 917 Sandalwood Dr. In Fayetteville, N.C. I was born in Fayetteville, N.C. and lived in the same house till the age of 7. Well, that white wood framed starter house, would look like the bottoms to me now. But to little Ole Tiny it was a mansion back then. With beautiful hardwood floors. I loved that house, and I loved my small world on Sandalwood Dr. I remember one day or could have been one night. I was over at a friends house, Mikey Hoffman. He really was my bestfriend because there were no girls my age on that street. We were buds. Well, we were watching t.v. that night or day one. And I get all excited. The Beverly Hillbillies comes on and I am astonished and shocked that it is playing on their t.v. I get all excited and announce to everyone in the room, By saying! Hey this comes on your t.v. too?? In my mind I am thinking NO WAY! They are looking at me like I am crazy. I am serious as a heart attack! You see, I thought that we were just like the Beverly Hillbillies when I was growing up and I actually thought they were my relatives and therefore how could they be on my friends t.v. Thank God I grew out of that one. Scary thought huh! I was really gullible as a child. My Father Mr. Teet, Use to pull some good ones on me. Like dip a bunny rabbits feet in mud and let it run all over Mamas waxed sparkling floors to convince us that the Easter Bunny had come. Or dress up like Santa, and of course I believed it was Santa Claus but my sister the eldest called out his name. Still, gullible Lil Tiny didn't get it at all!

I remember when I almost met my creator early at the age of 6 years old. I was playing with my sister Mary in an abandoned houses backyard. We were running around with our friends picking plums. Making a big game of it. First one to collect the most plums wins a prize. What the prize was, We all would never find out! I am standing under and old garage door. When suddenly it comes crashing down and hits me in the head, knocking me to the back of the garage and completely out. My sister Mary starts wondering where I am, she looks through the window of the garage and there I lay in a pool of blood coming from my head. Mary breaks the window and jumps in and carries me to the window and passes me to Mikeys older brother. Then the word gets to Daddy and he is at the fence waiting to carry me up and over it and home. I am bleeding profusely and crying and screaming am I dead yet Daddy, am I DEAD??? I could see the concern in his eyes. But he got me home, and he was an Army Medical Tech. And we were really poor, back in those days. So my Hero Teet stitched my head up himself! I kid you not! They kept me up all night to make sure I didn't have a concusion. I have never acted the same since the incident. Maybe it did do some damage, maybe not. I am still Thankful, but I do have a thing against PLUMS!