Wooden Mushrooms In The Forest!

[gordi]

Did I ever tell you, I met Jesus...? It's true and it wasn't on the road to Damascus,
it was on an ash-track to an Industrial Estate!!

I was around seven-years-old and I was waiting for two friends to hopefully return
from over a spiked-fence that was too high for me to climb and return with a jam-jar
containing some newts for me.

I had cut the palm of my hand by failing to climb the pointy six-foot high fencing and
was now sitting in the grass at the side of the path that was covered in crushed clinker
(old molten chunks from nearby closed-down foundries)... and waiting for my older friends.

The flooded areas nearby were bare of sticklebacks and newts, so they suggested that the
fenced-off pond may be a better idea for our goal. Being smaller, I was left behind.
That was when the young priest walked by.

Sitting there nursing my wound, the young man in the dog-collar smiled as he passed me
and then his pace faltered. The Moors Murders in the UK had occurred only four years before
and yet, to a little kid, it was information that you only knew vaguely about.
But still, I was wary of the man standing staring at me.

"Do you know who I am...?" he asked softly and I remember glancing around for a route of
escape. "...I'm Jesus, that's who I am" he added and retaining the grin on his face, he walked
on towards wherever priests and sons of God go to.

Later, I mused on the idea that I should have thrust out my hand and demanded "Well, if you
are... then fix this!" 
But I didn't.
:unsure:

Am I the only one who found that a bit..... creepy?
:huh:
Was your bum ok when you woke up? LOL