When I was younger I liked to cuddle in bed with someone. That someone was my Aunt La. Now I’m not sure if she was in my bed or I in hers but alas we were in bed together.
The only problem was I was still a bed wetter. For some reason my Aunt didn’t like getting peed on so whenever I wet the bed she would move to another spot. So since she moved I moved also and proceeded to wet the bed again. She would move, I would move and wet again. Until finally she moved and when I went to find her I fell out of bed.
Aunt La says she should have felt bad. She didn’t. She was no longer being followed by a bed-wetting codependent. I should be embarrassed but I’m not. I was like two or three years old.
Thus is one of my memories of my early childhood. Actually, it isn’t my memory at all. It’s one I have heard over and over again throughout my childhood that has morphed into my memory.
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