Distant memory

I just recently remembered a moment in my life that happened almost 20 years ago. Good job, Brain! You're still hanging in there!

I was a little kid, maybe between 4 and 6 years old, hanging out just outside my parents' room, hanging around, minding my own business (whatever that was), when my mom saw a bunch of plastic toys lying around on the floor. She started yelling and screaming, asking who had left those things there (they should've been put back in the toy bin). So I came in and I saw how sad/angry she was. It wasn't me who left them there, but I remember rationalizing that the best thing to do was to blame myself, because I had SOMEwhere (school or some TV show) learned a story in which the character did that same thing. So I blamed myself, and my mom's anger, though not too diminished, was now being discharged towards me.

I think it wasn't ten seconds before she realized my lying face and, more calmly, asked me if I was really the one who had left the toys there. Noticing her realization, I had to admit that it wasn't me, and that I had no idea who did it. I don't remember exactly what her reaction was, but my general impression is that I somehow helped her.

So, yeah, pointless blog. But now that storage is freely available for everyone on the net, why not? And it helped me exercise my memory a little, so yeah, there ya go.