The Beginning

     When I was very small, somewhere between 3 and 5, I remember seeing a fly on my window sill. That fly just kept buzzing around me and irritating me until I have finally had enough, and I smacked it down. Instantly if felt remorse and shame for I had taken a life. And my parents had already instilled a solid set of values for right and wrong. And I had done the worst wrong my tiny little mind could imagine I had taken life. Perhaps it was wishful  thinking or maybe it was lack of realization, but I tried, I really tried; to give that fly back life. I made it a little bed and shed some tears, but as expected the fly no longer flew. What little things have you done without thinking, at the spur of the moment, out of spite or jealousy, or even out of vengeance; that you regretted instantly? We all have them, those single defining moments in our lives that if we could, if it were even possible, we would take back what we had done. In this moment I would have given back life to the fly. What did you do? Did you kill the fly?