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Monday, September 7, 2009
My First Angry Memory
I would like to share with you my first angry memory. It's a bit sick. I think I was maybe 5 or 6.

I was at the 4 and a half mile Everrise and I was with my parents, while drinking a bottle of free Vitagen. I was just walking happily drinking my wonderful drink when this dark fat girl of about 8 or 9 and her dad walked by.

She grabbed the Vitagen from me and dunked it all down and then threw it on the floor where it almost splashed up on some clothes racks. I stood stock still, shocked. I only grabbed her dress but by the time I regained my marbles she was far away. Her dad gave her a stern look.

My mum consoled me by telling em the poor little girl probably had been jealous of me drinking Vitagen, she was still young, etc.

At that moment, all I wanted was to reverse the moment and actually have grabbed her hair, pinched her till she bled and gauge out her fat ugly eyeballs and wait for her stupid dark face to be STOMPED under my foot. I fumed for ages about this. I had never known anger like this before. I still remember the colour of the Vitagen (purple), my outfit (brown and polka dots), her Dad's motorcycle helmet, her ugly paisley flower dress.

My first angry memory, still fresh in my mind. Guess what, now after 10 years, I still feel the same.

I still want to crush her up. ANGER MANAGEMENT I know. Haha.

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