...and would build replicas of medieval castles in order to perform enactments of historical events.
My dad caught me reenacting the beheadings of Catherine of Aragon and Anne Boleyn, and refused to believe my explanation.
My parents took me to see a psychologist who happened to be a member of our church, and who offered to give them a discount.
It turns out that discount child psychology isn’t as great as it sounds. The man decided that only shock therapy could control my urges to cut women’s heads off.
It took me years to learn to control my facial ticks, and even now, if I shuffle my feet on carpet, I can touch people and give them small third degree burns.
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