Sunday, August 25, 2013

Torture for ten-year-olds

When I was young, I wrote a lot of stories.  Most of them were some sort of adventure in which I or someone like me was the star.  I would sit in front of a computer or a pad of paper and write them, and Mrs. Campbell would periodically check my spelling and grammar or, rarely, offer suggestions.  One such suggestion was that I should adjust the following lyrics from a song that a coven of witches were singing in one of my stories:

...ripping and raping,
killing and boiling in oil!

I do not envy anyone who has to explain to a ten-year-old that "raping" does not mean "whipping with a flail or similar torture device," which was my understanding at the time.


Unknown said...

LOL! This reminded me of the intricate RPG's you (and occasionally I) would create by hand whilst pretending to come to Jesus in the back of the sanctuary at Bethel... those were the days! On a slightly different note, if I only would have been able to make the leap from "Echo" batch programming to "Visual Basic," I could have invented the next Minecraft or Dwarf Fortress!

Travis said...

I definitely remember those. I've got that in my rainy day blog topics list (which I basically never use) actually. :)