Fiction and Stories

Free-Thought Friday: Losing My Christianity: Part 3

First off, I want to apologize for not getting this post up sooner. In all honesty I thought I had already done so.

For the first part: Click here: Free-Thought Friday #4: Losing My Christianity: Part 1
For Part two, click here: Free-Thought Friday: Losing My Christianity: Part 2

Now, on to the article, the third and final part.


 

After about a week, we arrived back home to Texas, and rested for a couple of days from the trip. One night, mom and Thomas decided to drink some vodka, and celebrate their new relationship. It was very annoying, because living a trailer, I got to hear all the noises from their elation, which I found repulsive, but tried to ignore. The next morning I had plans to go to the movies with a friend of mine, so I asked mom if she could drive us. She said she didn’t feel like it, so I would have to cancel. But Thomas stepped up and offered to take us, assuring mom that it was absolutely no problem, and it would give them some more alone time while I was gone. She agreed, so we got into the truck and went to pick up my friend, who lived pretty far into the country along a very curvy road.

“Stunned that I wasn’t dead, I got up from the pavement to assess the situation.”

As I said before, Thomas liked to drive fast, and saw that I found it rather fun. He commented that going this fast, seat-belts would be practically useless, so we didn’t bother to wear them. Being more level-headed than we were, my friend opted for the belt. At 80 miles per hour, we flew down the road, until we came around a sharp curve, when suddenly there was a white car going much slower than we were. Thomas hit the brakes, but it was too late. The truck slid sideways, and we began to tumble. Everything was in slow motion, and I recall the scene very well. The truck flipped 3 times, and I had been thrown out the passenger window, and landed on the ground. Last thing I remember before passing out was seeing the truck about to fall on me. I woke to the sound of my friend screaming and crying. Stunned that I wasn’t dead, I got up from the pavement to assess the situation. I saw my friend, and checked to see if she was ok. She seemed a bit scratched up, but fine. The one alarming things was: I couldn’t find Thomas. I frantically searched for him while the sound of the arriving ambulance sirens rang in the distance. As they pulled up, I spotted his body, lying facedown in the water of a nearby ditch. I was absolutely horrified as the paramedics surrounded me, trying to get me to lie down. Frantically I denied their request, saying, “He’s in the ditch! GET HIM FIRST! He’s going to DROWN!” They didn’t seem to be heeded my command, so I started cussing them, “FUCK YOU! HE’S IN THE GODDAMN DITCH, ASSHOLE! I’M FINE, SO LEAVE ME ALONE… HE’S NOT FINE!” It wasn’t until I heard my mother’s voice that I obeyed their requests to lie down and let them examine me. I was still yelling for them to get Thomas, and pointing in that direction until they started moving toward him. After they looked me over, they told me they were going to put me in the ambulance. I refused, saying I was fine enough to just walk home, since it was only about 1/4 mile away. Mom told me this wasn’t happening, and after a few stern words, I conceded and got into the ambulance alongside my friend, who was still screaming. Now I could focus on getting her calm on the way to the hospital, but I still wondered what became of Thomas. Was he even alive?

The ambulance arrived at the hospital, and I got probed and prodded in various ways for them to find out of I had any significant injuries. Mom was there to ensure that I allowed them to do what was needed. They wheeled me to radiology, where x-rays revealed I had cracked my coccyx, which is the bone at the base of the spine. I was feeling better after meds, but we still had no word on Thomas. I was worried, but knew we would find out eventually what became of him. Having been sent back to the ER bed after x-ray, suddenly I heard a loud wailing. It was my mom’s voice, and after some time passed, she came and told me that once I was discharged, we were going down to Houston where Thomas had been life flighted. Apparently one of the medics had told her that he wasn’t going to make it, and he had gotten Thomas’ brain matter all over his hands. This was so upsetting – finally someone was in our lives that seemed to actually care for us, and now he was dying. After I was discharged, mom stuffed me in her other truck, groggy, hurting, and still a bit in shock, and rushed down to Houston to where he was. When we finally arrived and received an update on his condition, the doctors told mom that Thomas had sustained a closed-head injury, and at this point we couldn’t be sure of the outcome, since he was in critical condition, but it wasn’t as bad as the medic had conveyed before. All of his brain matter was intact, but the swelling was life-threatening, and he was in a coma. Apparently he had still been drunk from the night before, and that’s what led to his poor judgement while driving two teenaged girls to the movies.

Her friend was really nice to me, and took very good care of the various wounds that were missed at the hospital, as well as made sure that I tried to move around despite the pain, so I could regain my ability to walk.”

After having been in a wreck, and visiting two different hospitals all day long, I was tired, hurting, and ready to go home. Mom decided she didn’t want to go too far from where Thomas was, so she called up a life-long friend who resided in the area to ask if we could stay with her a while. Her friend agreed, so we went there. I couldn’t even walk on my own until a week later, so I pretty much stayed on her couch while mom frequented the hospital where Thomas was. Her friend was really nice to me, and took very good care of the various wounds that were missed at the hospital, as well as made sure that I tried to move around despite the pain, so I could regain my ability to walk. For her I shall always be thankful, and feel very lucky that someone was there for me when my mom seemed to abandon me. After about a month of staying there, I decided that I wanted to go home. Mom didn’t want to go, but I insisted she take me there. Mom opted to stay in Houston, so once again, I was alone, and felt totally abandoned. It was during this time I began a real rebellion against the idea of god, and stopped praying altogether. After all, what kind of loving god would have allowed so much of my suffering? I had always believed, always prayed, and remained faithful to the idea my entire life. What good did that do me? It was quite apparent that no one loved really me, and my parent didn’t seem to care about my wellbeing enough to offer guidance or take care of me when I needed it the most. Why did god give me parents that abused and abandoned me?

“You and me against the world,” was never true…”

Six months, and many surgeries later, Mom brought Thomas home. He wasn’t able to speak, walk, or eat on his own. He required constant care, and after a year or so, he regained some abilities, but was never quite the same. He had no control over his emotions, and would have angry and sometimes violent outbursts. I had begun to discover the opposite sex, and would take advantage of mom being stuck at the house with Thomas by running off, getting drunk on occasion, and hanging out with friends whenever I wanted. Some of the guys I knew were already atheists, so we would discuss the god concept quite often. I still maintained outwardly that I believed for a while, but had so much doubt and could no longer reason with them as to why I would still hold the belief. God had not kept us safe, but our decisions to leave did, and he certainly didn’t help maintain my relationship with mom. “You and me against the world,” was never true, but a platitude to momentarily make me feel better. Not long after I had turned 15 years of age, I decided to pray one last time, just in case there was a god. I wanted him to know that I was angry with him for putting me in abusive situations, giving me parents that didn’t give two shits about me, and for never once answering a single prayer. After that last prayer, I knew I was an atheist. I never went back to a belief in the Christian god, and have sought comfort in real explanations about things, lots of cognitive behavioral therapy, and delving deep into understanding life through science and philosophy as opposed to nonsense.


 

Jennifer writes the Wednesday Woo feature here most weeks. She is the love of my life and amazes me how she has coped with what she went through as a child as well as how she came away from new age beliefs later in life. I hope you have enjoyed reading this part of her story and I am so proud that she told it.

Fiction and Stories

A Cruelness To The World

If you could see the pain in my heart

When laughter breaks the calm

Knowing I’m the brunt of the joke

For doing something wrong.

I jumble my words before they exit

My mind it clearly sees

Superiority in your eyes

Looking upon me like a flea

You have no idea, how hurt I am.

Because quietly I sit showing no pain.

The pain in my mind surges forward

My thoughts the pain does claim.

I only wish to be accepted

As another human being

Yet laughter crushes the man inside

I’m broken, torn, and bleeding.

Fiction and Stories

Super Tim Meets The Silent Avenger (An ASD Children’s Story)

The Super Tim series are based around my own experiences as a child, those of my nephews and several friends with children on the Autism Spectrum. I hope you enjoy them.


Tim didn’t much care for school. It wasn’t the lessons or the teacher but he never could quite understand the other kids in his class. Maggie still picked on him and this bugged Tim a great deal. His friend George was nice, but had some tendencies that really bothered Tim. The worst of which Tim found when his mother had George stay over for the night.

It seemed like George had to touch absolutely everything. This was especially bad when they were in Tim’s room. Tim had everything in his room laid out in a very specific way and could tell if anything had been moved. After George had spent the night Tim spent the next week fixing all of the stuff that George had moved. Still George had been the first friend Tim had made and so he decided as long as he kept George out of his room, they’d be ok.

One day at school, Maggie was in a really bad mood. All the way to school she kept yelling at Tim and making fun of him. Even when George spoke up, Maggie didn’t stop. It seemed like nothing was going to stop her that day. Before class started, Maggie had taken Tim’s headphones and had passed them back and forth with another child, Joe. They had laughed and continued this until Miss Marble walked in and put a stop to it.

Class started with Miss Marble saying that a new kid named Sam would be joining the class that day. She wanted everyone to welcome him and make him feel at home. His parents worked at the nearby Air Force Base as mechanics and she said that he had moved three times in the last two years. When Sam entered the class, he sat down in the back row and didn’t make a peep. The one thing that Tim couldn’t get out of his mind was just how big the new kid was. He was huge and reminded Tim of the professional wrestlers that Tim’s dad watched on TV sometimes. “Better steer clear of him,” Sam thought, “I bet he makes Maggie look like nothing.”

Class was interesting. Miss Marble was teaching the class about fossils and had brought in a ton of examples that she had collected on a recent vacation. Tim marveled at every example that was passed around the room. Miss marble even brought in a piece of dinosaur coprolite. When she asked if anyone knew what it was Tim shot his hand in the air.

“Yes, Tim?” Miss Marble said.

“It’s dinosaur poop!” Tim said

“That’s right.” Miss marble responded. Part of the class laughed while the other let out a loud, “Ewwwwwww!”

At recess, Tim sat feeling the wind on his skin. He wondered if Dinosaurs had enjoyed feeling the wind too. He imagined that they had not since they had to spend way too much time trying to find something to eat or keep from being eaten. His mind continued to wander and he failed to notice that Maggie was standing right behind him. A big shove and seconds later Tim felt himself falling to the ground.

Hitting the ground, Tim scraped his knee and hands. His lip began to quiver and his brain began to get stormy.

“Are you going to cry?” Maggie asked “Look everybody, he’s going to cry!”

Just then something covered both Maggie and Tim in a great shadow. They both looked up to see the huge shape of a large boy standing above them. It was the new kid, Sam. He let out a grumble and stepped between Maggie and Tim. He then reached down and helped Tim stand back up.

“What are you doing, don’t you know he’s a weirdo?” Maggie said.

The boy simply let out a growl and gave Maggie a look that chilled her to the bones.  She began to stammer and said that she was only kidding. She didn’t mean anything by it and that if Tim hadn’t been so clumsy he never would have fallen. This caused Sam to let out another growl and he pointed towards the school. Maggie soon ran in the exact direction that Sam had pointed, her lip quivering as she went.

Meanwhile, Tim had managed to pull himself together and patted the dust off his clothes. He looked at Sam who was still pointing at the school watching Maggie run in the other direction.

“Thank you.” Tim said

Sam looked back and smiled.

“Do you want to be friends? Tim asked.

Sam shook his head up and down. This was the beginning of a friendship that would rival all the greatest friendships in history. Tim and Sam were inseparable from that point on. George and Tim were still good friends but Sam was Tim’s best friend.

Sam didn’t say much, in fact he didn’t say anything at all. When Sam wanted something he would point at it. If he really wanted something he might grunt or make an excited noise. For the most part Sam liked to hum, whistle, and laugh. He could remember just about any song he heard and would hum the entire top 40 while he and Tim hung out.

The other thing that Tim liked about Sam was his ability to draw. Sam could draw absolutely anything with incredible talent. Soon the walls of Tim’s room were neatly covered in drawings of Dinosaurs that Sam had made for him. Whenever they hung out, Sam would hum and draw while Tim would show Sam everything that he knew about Dinosaurs and his other interests.

One day while they were sitting in Tim’s room, Tim’s mother brought in a load of laundry. On top of the clean clothes was his cape, freshly cleaned and folded. Sam let out an excited sound and pointed at the cape.

“Do you want to wear it?” Tim said.

Sam nodded yes.

“Ok, but there is something I need to show you first.” Tim told Sam.

Tim walked to his bed and grabbed the paper his mother had written. He unpinned it from the wall and took it over to Sam.

“I’ve never told anyone else this, but I have super powers.” Tim said.

Sam’s eyes got wide and he smiled.

“It’s true! Look!” He then showed Sam the list.

Tim’s Super Powers
1.) Super Hearing
2.) Super Sight
3.) Super Touch
4.) Super Memory
5.) Super Sweet

Sam pointed at the last one on the list and let out a laugh.

“I know, it’s such a mom thing isn’t it. I don’t like that one. Anyway, every superhero needs a sidekick, would you like to be my sidekick, Sam?”

Sam shook his head no.

“You’re right, you would never be a very good sidekick, you’re bigger and stronger than me. Would you like to be my partner?”

Sam nodded yes.

“Okay, you can be my partner but you need a super hero name.” Tim said

Sam watched intently as Tim handed him the cape. Sam then started naming off possible hero names for Sam.

“The Ninja?” Sam shook his head no.
“Dino Dude?” Sam rolled his eyes.
“The Whistler? Sam laughed but shook his head no.

“How about the Silent Avenger?” Tim asked. Sam immediately nodded yes.

Silent Avenger….I like that too! Super Tim and the Silent Avenger!” Tim said. “Can anything stop us?
Sam shook his head no.

Other Stories from the Super Tim series can be found below.

Super Tim Goes to School (An ASD Children’s Story)

Super Tim and the Lost Keys (An ASD Children’s Story)

 

 

 

Fiction and Stories

Could You Be Neurotypical???

Just thought I’d create a list of some of the traits that people with neurotypicalism exhibit. It’s all satire so just have fun with it.
No one is sure what causes neurotypicalism. Doctors and scientists have long speculated on the cause of this dreaded condition. Some speculate it might be caused by vaccines, fluoride, or maybe their fathers wore too much cologne. While there is no cure for neurotypicalism, here is a list of 10 symptoms that might help you figure out if you or a loved one was born with this disorder.

1.) Extreme fear of silence

The neurotypical person will attempt by any means necessary to eradicate silence. It’s absolutely horrific to them. So realize, the next time an NT asks about the weather, it’s really a cry for help.

2.) Obsessed with doing things differently

“If it ain’t broke, why fix it” is not something an NT can accept. They constantly need new places to hang out, new foods to try, and new friends. Ask any NT about their day and it will be different from the day before.

3.) Eye Contact Issues

Many NT’s are incapable of conversation without seeing the other person’s eyes. This of course stems from fear that they will be attacked while talking about the weather. Not looking them in the eyes brings about fear, confusion, and sometimes anger.

4.) Constant need to be stylish

NTs will wear uncomfortable clothes and shoes in an effort to be stylish. They will then say something to the effect of, “these shoes were 300 dollars, I’m going to wear them no matter how bad they hurt.”

5.) NT’s are very fragile creatures

Without the strength that Autism gives us, NT’s spend much of their time asking for compliments and niceties. It’s been known that if an NT holds a door open and you forget to thank them for it, the NT will shrivel up and die. So try to say thank you.

6.) NT’s smell awful

They disguise this by wearing horrible overpowering perfumes and colognes. They will also stand as close to you as possible to make sure you know that they no longer stink.

7.) Deep Fear of Honesty

Warning: If an NT ever asks you for your honest opinion, turn around and run away. This is a trap they lay for truth tellers, step in and you may not step back out.

8.) Violent Creatures

Look at any game developed by an NT and you will find folks trying to hurt each other. Football, Baseball, wrestling, basketball, etc… Their deep need for violence also leads them take risks that no sane Autistic person would.

9.) Never Satisfied

NT’s will never be satisfied with a focused interest. They must have more cars, bigger houses, more friends. This collecting of meaningless trinkets only ends when the NT passes away.

10.) Unhealthy need to touch everything and move stuff

Know an NT long enough and they will touch everything you own, including you. They will take things off shelves and ask, Wouldn’t this look better here? Of course it wouldn’t but this won’t stop them from trying.
If you or a friend you know exhibit these traits, it could be Neurotypicalism. Consult with you yoga instructor or anyone you meet on the street. Neurotypicalism isn’t contagious but everyone will act like it is. Thank you for reading. A person with neurotypicalism can lead a fulfilling life, life is not over at diagnosis, it’s only a new beginning.

Fiction and Stories

Super Tim Goes to School (An ASD Children’s Story)

These stories are based on my own, my nephew, and several friends children. That said they are all based on an ounce of truth. I hope you will enjoy them.


 

Tim Brentwood sat on his porch swing feeling the sun and the wind on his skin. He saw a butterfly pass by and noticed the pretty pattern on the butterfly’s wings. It was a warm summer day and Tim though to himself that it couldn’t get much better than this. However, Tim was scared, at 6 years old Tim’s mother had told him it was time to go to school.

She had told him of all the people he would meet, all the friends he would make, and all the new and cool things that he would learn. A few days earlier, Tim and his mother had visited the school to meet his teacher. Tim’s mom assured him that she was a sweet old lady but Tim saw her as a monster. She seemed too nice, far too sweet to actually be a real person.

As the days grew closer Tim began to get more and more worried. He begged with his mom, “Please don’t make me go to school! I don’t want friends and I already know all I need to!” At night he lay awake scared of all the new things he would be forced to do.  School was a bad idea and if only he could come up with some plan he could save himself the awful experience.

The first day of school came and when his mother went to wake him up, Tim was nowhere to be found. She called out to him and didn’t hear a peep. It took almost ten minutes for her to realize that the pile of blankets in the corner of Tim’s room was a bit too lumpy and that blankets don’t generally breathe.

Tim cried and begged his mom not to make him go, but she bathed him, dressed him, put his backpack on him and then together they waited for the bus to arrive. The bus arrived and Tim’s mother walked him to the door. She kissed him on the head and told him that she would be there when he got home. Tim didn’t believe her, he thought that this was going to be the last day of his life. Nothing had prepared him for something as awful and as overwhelming as school.

He took his seat and almost instantly felt something wet on his neck.

“Bullseye!” Shouted a voice behind him.

Tim felt his neck and came back with a small ball of wet paper, a spit wad.

“Well….aren’t you going to say anything?” The voice from behind him shouted.

Tim turned with tears still in his eyes, “Don’t!’ He shouted as another spit wad hit him between the eyes.

“QUIET DOWN BACK THERE!” Yelled the bus driver.

At the next stop a short round boy got on, he asked Tim if it was ok if he sat there. Tim was far too upset to respond and so the boy sat down.

“My name is George, I like video games!” The short round boy said.

“No point talking to that kid,” shouted the voice from the back “he’s weird or something. Hit em with two spit wads and all he did was cry.”

“Shut up, Maggie.” Said George. “Don’t mind her, she had her braids attached too tight and it just makes her mean.”

That made Tim laugh. The idea of Maggie having her braids attached to her head like some sort of antenna was very funny to Tim.

So do you like video games? Have you ever played Blaster Zone? It’s the best!

“No.” Replied Tim

“Well, some time maybe you can come over and play it with me, I’ll show you all the secrets. I’ve been to the 10th level, even my brother can’t make it to the 10th level.”

Tim wasn’t really interested in games but the fact that George had been able to stop Maggie meant something to him. Before they got off the bus George asked him if they could be friends and Tim agreed. He wasn’t sure that he liked George but protection was something he thought might come in handy at school.

Tim got off the bus and walked through the doors. The bright lights and the sounds of lockers being opened and closed overwhelmed him. He started to cry again but George motioned for him to follow.

“What teacher do you got?” George asked

“Miss Marble” Tim managed to reply.

“Oh, her class is right there. I have Miss Samson, she’s across the hall. Want to sit together at lunch?” George asked

“Ok…” Tim replied

As Tim walked through the door to his classroom, Maggie shoved him.

“Out of my way weirdo!” She said.

Tim didn’t like being called weird. He didn’t think it was very nice and probably something his mom would be very mad about if she knew. Tim decided that he didn’t like Maggie and was going to try his best to stay as far away from her as possible.

Class began and the teacher began talking about something called a roll call. She began saying everyone’s last name and each student said “Here” when she got to their name. Tim’s mind began to wander to a book he had at home that he couldn’t wait to read again. It was all about Dinosaurs, his favorite subject.

“Brentwood.” The teacher said. “Brentwood, Timothy Brentwood.”

Tim was lost in thought, he was thinking about all the teeth that a T-Rex had. How they were used to eat their prey. A few summers back Tim’s dad had brought him home a tooth that was supposed to be from a T-Rex but it was really just plastic. Tim still liked it and it sat on his dresser at home.

“Brentwood,” the teacher once again called out “Tim Brentwood….”TIM!”

This brought Tim out of his thoughts and he replied, “What?”

“Are you here?” The teacher asked.

“I guess…” Replied Tim. The other students began to laugh but Tim didn’t understand why what he had said was funny. He simply went back to his thoughts. A few moments later an absolutely awful thing occurred. A noise, louder than anything Tim had ever heard rang out. It was the school bell but to Tim it was a nightmare. He grabbed his ears and shrieked.

This brought about another series of laughs from his peers and caused the teacher to yell out, “Quiet down everyone!”

“Tim, please come with me.” Miss Marble said “Everyone else, stay quiet.”

“Not even here a day and the weirdo gets taken to the office.” Maggie spoke up.

“That will be quite enough.” Miss Marble said.

Outside the class, Miss Marble asked him if he was ok.

“That noise was really loud, these lights are too bright, and everyone is mean!” Tim said.

“It will be alright…you just come sit by my desk and I will tell you when the bell is about to ring. Ok?” Miss Marble said. So when Tim entered the class he sat down next to Miss Marble and for the rest of the day, before the bell rang, Miss Marble told Tim to cover his ears. She wasn’t the monster that Tim thought, she was actually really nice.

Lunch was loud and Tim had trouble concentrating. George sat down beside him and talked about Blaster Zone the entire time. Soon it was time to head home. He got back on the bus and in a few minutes he was home. His Mom was waiting for him and they walked back into the house.

“Your teacher called me today. She said you had some problems with the noise at school.” His mother said.

“It was awful, but Miss Marble was really nice and she helped me.” Tim told his mother.

His mother took a deep breath and said, “Tim there is something I need to talk to you about.”

“What? Tim asked.

“Tim, we haven’t told you this before, but you have super powers.” His mother said.

“I do?” Tim asked.

“Yes, we didn’t want to tell you until you were old enough that you would only use these powers for good. Would you like to know what they are?

“YES!” Tim yelled

His mother took out a notebook and wrote…

Tim’s Super Powers
1.) Super Hearing
2.) Super Sight
3.) Super Touch
4.) Super Memory
5.) Super Sweet

Tim didn’t like the last one but he guessed it was possible to be super sweet. His mother told him that this is why the lights and the sounds had hurt him today. It also explained why he hated the sweaters that his grandma tried to make him wear at Christmas.

“Now you can only use these powers for good. You promise?” His mom said.

“I promise.” Tim replied.

“Now head up to your room there is a surprise on your bed.” His mother said.

“Tim ran up the stairs and into his room. On the bed there was a cape, the same kind that a super hero would wear and beside them a pair of shaded glasses. Also sitting on the bed was a pair of headphones with a T-Rex on both sides. Tim’s mother walked into the room.

“Every super hero needs a cape.” She said. “And the headphones and glasses will help you control your powers. I’ve talked to your school and they said it is fine for you to wear them while you are there. The cape has to stay home, you must keep your super hero identity a secret.

“I understand! Every hero has a secret identity.” Tim said. “Mom, this mean girl at school called me weird and she shot spit wads at me on the bus.”

“Every hero has villains, it sounds like she might be yours.” “I’ll call and speak to her mother about it. You aren’t weird son, you are super, my super little boy.”

Tim went to bed that night thinking about school. It was bad but not as bad as he had thought it would be. He didn’t like the noise or the lights but George and Miss Marble were nice. He even liked some of the stuff they had taught him. Maybe he would survive school, and with his super powers he knew that he would be far more ready than he was before. He fell asleep looking at his dinosaur book and wearing his T-Rex headphones. The note that Tim’s mother had written was pinned to the wall above his head.  Super heroes, it turns out, need sleep just as much as everyone else.

To continue on to Super Tim’s Next story, click here.

 

Fiction and Stories

Super Tim and the Lost Keys (An ASD Children’s Story)

I’ve often heard that writing a children’s story is one of the hardest things to do. So I thought I might try my hand at it.  I’ll admit that there is a bit of truth to this story. Though some of the details have been changed.


Tim couldn’t wait for the weekend. Saturday was his 8th birthday and his parents had promised him something special. His mother and father had asked him what he wanted to do for his birthday?

Did he want a party with all the kids at school? No.
Did he want the newest video game, the one his friend George couldn’t stop talking about? No.
Did he want a new bike to ride around town on, the one his father had pointed out the last time they had been at the mall? No

What Tim wanted more than anything else was to see the Dinosaurs at the museum. Tim didn’t like to go much of anywhere but he had read about the exhibit a few weeks ago and the thought of all of those dinosaurs in one place thrilled him to no end. There would be a Pterodactyl, a life size model of an Oviraptor,  and all kinds of things from the Cambrian explosion. Those thing were cool but the thing Tim really wanted to see was the T-Rex.

Tim could tell you practically anything you would ever want to know about the T-Rex. He could tell you that their name means “Tyrant Lizard.” He could quote their top speed, 20 miles per hour. It was nothing for people to get into a conversation with Tim about whether or not the T-Rex had feathers, it didn’t. His favorite facts dealt with how even though the T-Rex was big and mean looking it was actually a very good parent, maybe almost as good as his own mommy. So it goes without saying that this exhibit was a must see for the young boy.

Saturday morning arrived and Tim got up, he walked downstairs thinking about the T-Rex he would soon be seeing.  Tim knew that his father had told him they would be leaving at 8:30am on the dot but that didn’t stop him from being extra excited. Looking at the clock in the living room he saw that it was only 7am. So much time to wait before they left that Tim almost thought he wasn’t going to be able to take it.

He grabbed his favorite bowl from the cabinet and poured himself a bowl of cereal.  His mother had marked a line on this bowl to let Tim know exactly how much milk he needed for his bowl, so after adding the milk, Tim sat down and started munching. Soon his father walked into the room and patted Tim on the head, he hated when his Dad did that but his mother had told him it was his Dad’s way of letting him know he loved him, so Tim had decided to let his Dad get away with it from time to time. This morning he barely felt it because the only thing on Tim’s mind was dinosaurs.

“Hey, Goodmorning Timmy,” his dad said, “did you sleep well?”

“Uh huh” was all Tim could say between bites.

Tim’s mother soon walked into the room. “Who is ready for dinosaurs?” She asked.

“Me!” Timmy yelled nearly spitting half a bite of cereal all over the table causing Tim’s mother and father to laugh hysterically. Tim didn’t quite realize why this was so funny but he didn’t care. Today was going to be awesome!

“Honey?” Tim’s father said in a strange way. “Have you seen my keys?”

“Did you check your pants from yesterday?” Tim’s mother responded.

“Yeah, they weren’t there. I was sure I left them in the key cup yesterday but they aren’t there either.”

Tim hadn’t heard this but he did go on red alert when his father said, “If I don’t find them quick we may be late to the museum.”

“LATE!” Tim yelled. Tim hated being late to anything. He believed that if you said you were going to do something at a certain time, you better do it at that time.

“I’m sure the keys will turn up soon. Try not to worry, Tim” His mother tried to reassure him.

Tim was worried though. He remembered a few years back when the keys had gotten lost the last time. It had taken nearly 3 hours to locate them. If it took that long, then they were definitely going to be late. He looked at the clock, 7:30, only one hour before they were supposed to leave. Tim decided that his parents were going to need some help.

See, Tim had super powers. Most of the people around him didn’t know this but he had been born equipped with certain skills. Some of the people that Tim knew didn’t think he had super powers and instead thought he was just weird. Maggie, the mean girl at school had called him weird and he hadn’t liked it, but his mother had assured him that one day his super powers would lead him to do great things.

He ran upstairs and put on his cape. Why? A super hero has to have a cape. He then looked at the checklist on the wall that his mother had made him after Maggie had been mean to him. It said:

Tim’s Super Powers
1.) Super Hearing
2.) Super Sight
3.) Super Touch
4.) Super Memory
5.) Super Sweet

Tim didn’t think the last one should be on there, it was such a mom thing to write, but he accepted it because his father had told him that this was one of the ways his mother showed him she loved him.

He looked at the list and thought to himself. I won’t need the first 3 on that list for this heroic feat but number 4 on the list was just what he needed. He sat and thought about all the places his father had been when he got home. Quickly he began searching the house.

His dad had gotten home at his usual time and had put some stuff down on the table. The keys though, were not there.
He then had sat down in his chair and watched the news. Tim didn’t like the idea of putting his hands into the seat where his dad farted all the time, but dire times call for dire measures. He checked every nook and cranny. Not there…
His dad had then gone out to the garage where he goes to swear and hit the car with his hammer. Mom said he did other stuff but it was loud and Tim never went in there so he wasn’t sure that she was right. No keys were there.
The same thing was said for the backyard where his father had mowed the lawn, The fridge where his father had gotten a soda, and he even looked in the planter that his father killed plants. Really his father had tried to grow many thing but every time he either watered them too much or too little. Anyway no keys were in the planter.

Tim was beginning to get really worried. When he got worried his mind would start to get stormy. That’s how he explained it. Everything would get real bright, the sounds would get really loud and he would feel his body begin to get really hard. Sometimes his mother said he looked like a stick. That made Tim laugh and would help calm him down but at the moment nothing was going to calm him down.

Then something clicked and Tim ran upstairs. He slammed through his parents door causing his father to yell, “No running in the house!”  His mom was putting on make-up. She called it putting on her face, which Tim found very strange since she already had a face to begin with.

“What’s the matter, Tim?” She said.

He didn’t stop to give an answer, he ran past her into his parents bathroom. Tim let out an excited shriek. His mother ran into the bathroom hoping everything was ok and his fathers footsteps could be heard running up the stairs.

“What’s wrong, Honey?” His mother said.

“KEYS!” Tim yelled, holding them up in his hands.

Tim had remembered that his mother often times referred to the master bathroom as his father’s favorite place. Tim didn’t understand this but his mother would always laugh when she said this. All Tim knew was his dad would go in there with a book sometimes and not come back for what seemed like hours. There, beside the toilet, he had found the keys.

“They must have fallen out of my pocket yesterday.” His father said as he entered the room.

“Our little hero.” Tim’s mother said.

They went back downstairs and Tim looked at the clock, 8:25am. He had saved the day. Soon they were in the car and on their way to the museum. He saw the Pterodactyl, the Oviraptor, all of the things from the Cambrian explosion, and best yet. His parents let him spend extra long looking at the T-Rex exhibit. He sat in wonder looking at all of the things they had there. Someone walked past and said, “I thought they had feathers.” Usually Tim would correct them but this time he was just too enthralled by the exhibit.

On the way home, Tim fell asleep. He woke up right as they got home. His mother let him pick the TV show they watched that night, and he got to pick what they ate for dinner. They finished out the day with cake and ice cream.

Tim’s mom tucked him in. She kissed him on the forehead and told him good night. “I always told you that you had super powers. You’re our families super hero.” Tim went to sleep that night and dreamed about dinosaurs. He rode a T-Rex around while wearing his super hero cape. Today had been awesome, but this dream made it even better.