When Cheryl was an itsy bitsy teeny weeny little child she was very spoiled and mischief. But of course, all first born children are that way.

Every time I saw Cheryl her hair was never brushed and a big green one hung out of her nose, flaring every time she breathed. She'd get this nasty little smirk on her face when trouble ran through her mind, and that was the best time to stay away from her.

Grabbing houseflies and scaring her brother and sisters with them was something she specialized in, and she was really good at it too. Every now and then, one of her younger sisters would come to our house crying like crazy saying, "Cheryl tried to make me eat a cheevuk and chased me all over the house with it!"One thing she really got a kick out of doing to flies was pulling their wings off and watching them spin and buzz all over the floor. She'd watch them till they couldn't spin any more, then she'd yank their legs out, feeling no mercy at all.

Cheryl grew up around pets and many times when I saw her she was actually torturing them. When she went near her dog Simba, the fur on his neck would rise, his ears went back and his tail tucked between his legs Only God knows what she used to do to him. But I've heard stories that she used to dress him up in baby clothes and play mommy with him.

Every time I saw Donna she was always crying and saying, "Cheryl did this and that to me and she doesn't want to share anything!"In front of her parents she was considered the "Good Daughter" But most of us knew her little secret.

It's hard to believe that Cheryl did such things, but like they say, "Don't judge a book by its cover." You never know, maybe she still does these things today for there is always a little child in us no matter how old we are.

By: Karen Ellis