Flaky Pudding
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This experience didn't scare me per say but as silly as it may sound, it definitely bothered me very much:
When I was but a little boy, I was playing around in Mom's garden one day when a little slug slithered up to me. For no reason whatsoever, I squished the slug violently and killed it. After I realized what I'd done, I felt like a complete monster.
I know it was just a slug but the idea that I took the life of an innocent living creature was enough to make me depressed. I cried about that incident for hours (keep in mind that I was only 5-years-old then), it didn't matter how many times my parents tried to calm me down by telling me that it was just a slug, my own hands killed an innocent creature. That thought alone was enough to make me feel utterly ashamed of myself.
A couple days later, I saw two other slugs in our yard and I basically treated them like pets as a way to get over the trauma of what had previously happened. Taking care of a couple of slugs definitely made me feel better.
But despite that, the slug killing thing still bothered me for YEARS to come. I hated that one 90s kid's book about a kid making slug sundaes or something with a passion because it triggered negative flashbacks every time.
To this day, thinking about that experience still kind of makes me tear up. Not because I'm still upset about squishing the slug, that doesn't bother me anymore. But you know how they say that childhood trauma sometimes continues into adulthood. Whenever I remember that slug incident, it brings back bad memories of all the tears I shed and shame I felt after it happened.
When I was but a little boy, I was playing around in Mom's garden one day when a little slug slithered up to me. For no reason whatsoever, I squished the slug violently and killed it. After I realized what I'd done, I felt like a complete monster.
I know it was just a slug but the idea that I took the life of an innocent living creature was enough to make me depressed. I cried about that incident for hours (keep in mind that I was only 5-years-old then), it didn't matter how many times my parents tried to calm me down by telling me that it was just a slug, my own hands killed an innocent creature. That thought alone was enough to make me feel utterly ashamed of myself.
A couple days later, I saw two other slugs in our yard and I basically treated them like pets as a way to get over the trauma of what had previously happened. Taking care of a couple of slugs definitely made me feel better.
But despite that, the slug killing thing still bothered me for YEARS to come. I hated that one 90s kid's book about a kid making slug sundaes or something with a passion because it triggered negative flashbacks every time.
To this day, thinking about that experience still kind of makes me tear up. Not because I'm still upset about squishing the slug, that doesn't bother me anymore. But you know how they say that childhood trauma sometimes continues into adulthood. Whenever I remember that slug incident, it brings back bad memories of all the tears I shed and shame I felt after it happened.