3A doctor once told me that in our formative years, any exposure to a stimuli could affect the development of dendrites in the brain. What if a child were to be exposed to continual stimulation during those years? Would they have extraordinary mental capacities, or would they simply be driven..
INSANE
"The frogs mama, look at the frogs!" Cried a little girl, her pigtails wiping around in the force of the wind.
"I see sweetheart," cooed the mother, trying to lead her away from the pond.
The force of the wind was picking and the clouds were growing increasingly ominous. Little droplets of rain started their descent and the little girl cried out in joy.
"Mama, mama, god is spitting on us!" She cried, pointing up at the heavens.
The mother laughed gently, "Let's go Amalee, we wouldn't want to get covered in spit. Who knows what he's had for dinner?"
The little girl, Amalee, froze, "Oh no, what if he had something icky for dinner?"
The mother smiled, "Exactly, and who knows if he still had pieces of it stuck in his teeth. I don't want to find out, do you?"
The little girl picked up her pace and began dragging her mother along the path towards the nearest door.
Once inside, the lights began flashing in the hallways. The mother pulled Amalee closer.
"Where are we mama?" She asked happily.
The mother cringed as footsteps began to echo up the halls.
"We're going to play a game okay sweetheart, I'm going to stop the strangers and you're going to run to daddy. Daddy is at the end of that hall, but to get to daddy you're going to have to hide and make sure nobody finds you. I want you to cover your ears okay? Like we do when it's your turn at hide and seek." The mother stated quickly.
"Why don't you come with me?" Amalee asked quietly.
The footsteps were getting louder.
"Mommy can't, but as long as the men don't find you before you make it to daddy I'll be okay. Do you understand?" The mother rushed, kneeling down to hold her little girl one last time.
"I understand mama. I'll go find daddy and I won't let any of the strangers get me, I promise." Amalee answered, hugging her mother tightly.
The footsteps were much closer now.
"Run sweetheart, go." The mother gave her daughter a nudge and the little girl set off down the hall away from everything she knew.
As her last act the mother ran towards the footsteps, as she got closer she saw them. The men with their guns, and she ran at them full force.
"You'll never find her now, you cowards. My baby is safe."