May 17, 2011 06:42
When I was a kid, I found a shaker full of good-smelling powder. I thought I would help to make our house nice by sprinkling it onto the carpet in several rooms.
My mother found out and shouted at me. She said that what I had done would kill the whole family somehow. She refused to explain.
Then she ordered me to clean it out of the carpet alone. I still didn't understand how it could hurt anyone but she made me believe that the task of cleaning the mess might mean my death.
I don't remember how long it took or how exactly I was supposed to clean powder out of carpeting. I just remember knowing that I was no better than a murderer and my mother didn't mind if I died.