Playing In Traffic
There's A Toad In My Knee
When I was a kid, my Mum would tell me things like theres
a toad in my knee.
Of course, being at the ripe age of 4 or so, I believed her.
I dont know why she told me that. Shed tell me that if I
look closely at my knee, I could see the toad inside
breathing and I really did see it breathing. At that time,
I think the breathing that I actually was actually the
flexing of my knee. Anyway, the story went on for some
time. A long time actually. She at first told me that
theres a tadpole in my knee and its growing into a toad.
Then, as a few months pass by shed say the toad is getting
ready to come out of my knee. Shed continue on that when
Im sleeping the toad will be struggling and itll just pop
itself out of my knee and would hop away happily leaving a
big hole for a knee behind. Shed say that they might send
me to a hospital to get rid of the toad. But they had no
money so they might as well get a knife from the kitchen
and just slit it right out. This is usually the case
whenever Im naughty.
Plus, the fact that I had a very active imagination didnt
help all this. At that time, God knows what I did when I
was small, my knees would creak loudly and my Mum (in her
usual matter of fact voice) would say that the toad is
croaking and calling its friends.
Despite all this .i was never afraid. I think its due to
the fact that I couldnt care less about the toad and
thought that it would never hop itself out of my knee just
as long as I behaved myself. That was my reasoning. Of
course, all that would come crashing down whenever my Mum
points at my knee and said its going to grow really big.
Then there were a couple of additions to this toad story.
She said its female and its pregnant and its about to
give birth to little baby toads and theyll all be in
around my body.
Now that was scary.
Then one day.. she pointed at my other knee and said
look .thats the father toad.
This went on for a very very long time. I got so accostomed
to it that I couldnt care less and presumed I was just a