joseph kraut

The Darkest Day of my life

I always hated going to grandma's. Not because she did anything wrong. In fact, once I got there it was great. The problem was she lived a days train ride away and every summer, since I was 9, I had to ride the train with ‘Bartholomew’. Gross! I almost shiver every time I remember his bald head, snow white teeth, a stupid fake smile he perfected to make adults feel better but that man hated childeren I could sense it the day I met him. Anyway, forget Bartholomew. I'm trying to tell a story here and I'm just yapping away about some man from years ago.