I remember, as a kid, being so afraid that I couldn't scream. I wanted to scream, but I could only squeak. I wanted to lash out, to defend myself, but my arms were limp and ineffective. I don't know, though, why I needed to scream and defend myself. That bothers me.
It wasn't fighting with my brother. I remember fighting with Lil' Bro and beating the snot out of him most of the time. Sorry Lil' Bro. And my best friend, Sheryl, we didn't fight like that.
Y'all ever have this happen as a kid? As an adult? It still scares me sometimes, the thought that I'll be confronted with a purse snatcher and all my best intentions to fight and scream will fail.
I have no clue why I've been thinking about this. It kept me up last night. I just thought I'd share. See if anyone has any insight. Thanks in advance.
Until I write again ...