This weekend we’ve been at Sara’s family’s house. It has been a wonderful time, and a great Christmas break for Sara and I.

While I was in the bathroom – don’t worry, this is clean – I noticed that the toilet seat would tend to fall when I was trying to relieve myself.

For some reason, I was reminded of my childhood, at my Great Grandma’s house. I remember being deathly afraid of her toilet seat.

You see, she had a toilet seat cover, one of those fuzzy ones that makes your time spent there just that much more enjoyable… unless you’re a guy, and say, 5 years old. Then the toilet seat cover turns into a guillotine, falling so fast that you scarcely can get out of the way.  I recall that I was trying to “relieve” myself when the toilet seat fell and, well, hit me.

It was a traumatic time.

I’ve lived in fear of the toilet seat covers ever since…

What is a memory that has haunted you (silly, or truly scary)?

in Christ,

Isaiah