11 years old. First day of summer, early morning. My dad comes in. “Sit down let’s have a talk” (Somethings up)
‘Your mother and I bought some land – and you’re going to help me build a house.’ He scoots closer. ‘Stop what you’re doing, get dressed, and meet me out at the truck in ten minutes.’
It wasn’t sinking in. (How could it)
He leaves, I go back to video games. He comes back in ten minutes.
‘Why aren’t you ready?’ His voice stern
‘I’m not doing that’. I was shaking
He took a full fucking minute, then slowly ‘You’re going to get dressed and walk out to the truck, or I will drag you.’
By this point I was crying. I knew he would. I got dressed.
My education had begun.