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| A new crop of camel doo starting nicely, just need to take a crap in it. |
One day we loaded up a few gallons of the mix into a bucket and snuck over to the neighbor's fort. It was much nicer than ours and was more like a house in a tree. Well built and sturdy compared to our death trap. It had a lock on the trap door entrance, we broke that off with a hammer and went inside. There was some old furniture, a tape deck and a case of tapes that were one of the boy's dad's recorded daily lessons for his home schooling. We stole the tapes and then painted the place with camel doo and fled the scene.
We listened to the tapes which, to be fair, were the funniest thing we had ever heard. They were a combination of directed study, compliments and affirmations that were to be repeated by the listener. Hilarious. When the boys discovered our treachery they came to destroy our fort. They came over armed to the teeth and we started raining down rocks and horse chestnuts on them. To add to the insults we began repeating affirmations from the tapes like, 'You are a good, smart boy” and, “You can have more friends if you try to be more friendly”. That failed to defuse the situation.
They stormed the castle and were beating everyone they caught which in the end was all of us. They took back their tapes and broke down a few parts of our fort. We limped home licking our wounds intent on tattling on those bad and wicked boys. Unfortunately, my mom called their parents to complain about the unprovoked beating their evil boys had given us and heard some crazy story of vandalism, camel doo and theft. In my mother's mixed up mind it almost seemed like we had brought this injustice on ourselves. A classic case of blaming the victim if I ever heard one. She made us help them clean their fort and apologize.
I felt like that was child abuse.
