My dark-dark past

My past... is a dark and decrepit story of darkness and depression, full of darkness and death and cuuuuuppcaaaaaakes...........
The most prevalent memory I have, is of my brother.....
my ....... BROTHER.................
My brother was a young boy at the time, and I, a toddler. We were happily playing on the playgroud behind our house, having a good time, when..... IT happened.
We were playing, being kids, when, for some reason I cannot remember, my brother.... he pushed me.
I fell and I fell, fell for what seamed like hours, about a foot, A WHOLE FOOT! off the edge of the playground, and on to the hard, unforgiving, and merciless wood-chips below. I cried out, as the relentless wood-chips scraped and scratched me all over me skinny, sensitive arms, and I got up, and ran for my house, and ......... I told.
From then on, I have been a cold, heartless machine of war, destroying all feeling, emotionless, and hollow.....
Now, I must go and snuggle with Mr. Huggie-wuggles, before I make cookies for my mommy.
MANLY!