Once, when I was four, I got hungry. My sisters were in school and my mother told me to leave her alone. So I went out back to the old shed where our dog had some puppies. She wasn't there so I just crawled into the box with the puppies to wait. There in the dark I soon fell asleep. When my sisters got home from school, they told my mom I was nowhere around. After a frantic search, Mother found me in the dog box. She asked me what in the hell I was doing. I told her I was hungry and was waiting for Poochie to come back so I could get me some milk.
And then my mom said: What in the hell is wrong with you?
It is my first memory of being asked this question, sadly, it was not to be the last.
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