Once upon a time
I am not quite sure whether I was born but there are some
people -- especially two persons calling themselves
my parents -- insisting that exactly this happened
in 1962 in a small town in northern Germany called
Bremervörde.
They are possibly liars because I don't remember anything.
My favourite profession
Things wasn't easy when I was a child. The big folk always
had lots of expectations and even more problems. So one day I
decided to become a problem solver if I couldn't find
a way to prevent growing up (which was much prefered).
I would still liked to be a problem solver today. But I discovered
that you can't make a living with that profession because
people don't really want their problems being solved.
Perverted feelings
Kids are expected to fall in love with teddy bears. So I was
somewhat strange because my favourite pet toy was a plastic
mouse called Jerry. I really loved this cold piece of
pink plastik.
Did I've just been misguided?
Or was this the first step into perversion?
My agreement with Miss World
Everybody I met showed me his picture of the World. Most of
the people prefer some sort of naïve painting, but the colors were
different from person to person. And everybody had painted me
on the canvas they carried with them, knowing
exactly the place were I belong. I didn't like their
paintings. So when I was twelve I sat down, and the World sat
down beside me. We needed two years to come to an agreement:
She stopped painting me on pictures,
and I didn't start picturing her.
Nowadays we sometimes make pictures of each other, but that's
just kidding.
... to be continued ...
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