When She Was Bad, She was Horrid

The Mother Goose nursery rhyme says it like this...

There was a little girl

Who had a little curl

Right in the middle of her forehead. 

And when she was good,

She was very, very good,

And when she was bad

She was horrid.

I was that little girl. 

Mama had this horrific movie camera 

with an incredibly big spotlight.

Remember the home movies

of the 50's, 60's and 70's?

Blinding!

A few years ago, 

mama sent all the reels off 

and had them made into VHS videos.

It was like seeing my life in film,

the ups and the downs. 

Each role was the role of a lifetime. 

I was a twirling ballerina on stage in one scene-

literally acting it out.

An acrobat on swings in the next, 

swinging high and then low and finally dropping

with tears and tantrums.

Anytime the grandchildren had a tantrum, 

mama and daddy said they 

were having a "Bonnie-fit."

My sister is a licensed therapist.

She says that reeled films are

now being used to study the behaviors of adults today.

Some may say,

"Well, that's just normal child behavior."

You would have to see on film the continuity of 

 my behavior year after year. 

I literally heard it said, 

"She just needs a board on her butt."

Believe me, they tried that too...

and a switch, and a belt, and a limb, and a broom

or anything else that would draw blood or make whelps.

It didn't work.

You would not believe how relieved I was 10 years ago

to learn there was a cause and treatment for 

what plagued me. 

Since the last medication change, 

I am able to get out of bed in the morning.

I have actually been motivated to 

do a little work.

The horrid little girl in me is being very, very good:)

Subject to change without further notice,

Wink!Wink!

Bonnie:)