Daddy laid the lion across the top step leading into our single-wide trailer. Like a farm cat proffering a slain field mouse as a fit sacrifice and feat of strength to his human, Daddy’s eyes gleamed with pride. His grin widened when in reverence I whispered, “You killed a lion!” As a three-year old, I did not know the difference between a bobcat and a lion. With sharp teeth and sharper claws, either could kill me. I knew all I needed to know. Daddy could kill lions. I suppose Daddy knew what he needed to know, as well. At least he could keep me safe from lions. This is my first memory. Little did I know when I was three, lions are the easiest predators to keep at bay.
© Amy Persons Parkes 2012