Did you know that soap operas are slowly dying off, one by one?
I watched soap operas for years. How could I not? Some of my earliest memories are of soap operas.
My mom listened to her soaps on the radio. Then this thing called TV was invented and my mom religiously followed them on that newfangled thing.
My mom had five children and a busy household to run, extended family to counsel, a husband to care for, and a big house to take care of. When I was very young, whether I was tired or not, I was put down for a nap. My mom needed the time to do things without worrying about an infant getting into trouble.
My crib was right by my bedroom door, and I could look out of my bedroom door into the living room where I could see the TV playing. I remember characters on General Hospital that were killed off decades ago.
Sometimes I fell asleep, sometimes I didn't. Sometimes I was bored stiff and would watch the soaps. Sometimes I would listen to my mom talk on the phone to aunts, grandmothers, friends. Sometimes I would try to climb out of the crib.
I managed to do this a few times, and I would always laugh and laugh that I got out of that crib. "Hang on, Florence, my monkey escaped." And she would lift me up and put me back in the crib with a scolding look in her eye. I am not sure what my personal best was for climbing out of that crib in one day, but I bet my mom could tell you.
One day my mom was painting and I must have gotten into the paint so she put me down for a nap and actually tied one of my wrists to one end of a piece of rope and tied the other end to the bottom of the crib. Yeah, nowadays I am sure this would be abuse but I thought it was great fun. I don't know how long it took me, but I managed to untie her knot, climb out of the crib, and laugh when I found her.
She was not amused.
Another time she put something over the crib as a cover and it was weighted down so I couldn't get out. I pushed and pushed and pushed until whatever it was came crashing down to the floor with a huge BAAAAAAAAAAAANG.
She was not amused at that either.
The knots got tighter, and harder to undo. I am sure there were times she had to cut the rope off me after my naptime, but I don't recall that. But I do know I fell asleep many a time trying to get it undone. Like a little puzzle or some other relaxing endeavor that makes you sleepy.
Like I said, nowadays I am sure that would be considered child abuse. But for me it was great fun to see who would win that day's knot.
I have been told this may be why I love bondage to this day. They may be right. I don't know.
But to this day, the first thing I do when I am put into bondage is to try the bonds. And when I escape some really good knots, I still laugh gleefully.
And hope I don't get scolded!
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