Sling Blade1996

Frank:
You ever have any brothers or sisters growing up?

Karl Childers:
I had one there for a little while. But, uh, it didn't get old enough for me to play with it.

Frank:
Why not? It die?

Karl Childers:
Yes, Sir.

Frank:
Why?

Karl Childers:
It got born too early. My mother and father made it come out too early some how or other.

Frank:
So it died when it came out?

Karl Childers:
My daddy came out to the shed and got me. He said, "Here, take this and throw it away", and he handed me a towel with something or another in it. Well I started for that barrel and I opened up the towel 'cause there was a noise. Something a-moving around in there. The towel was all bloody-like all aorund it there. It was a lil' ol' baby not no bigger than a squirrel.

Frank:
A girl or a boy?

Karl Childers:
It was a little ol' boy.

Frank:
You threw it in the trash barrel?

Karl Childers:
Well that didn't seem right to me, so I went in the shed and got me a shoe box and emptied out all the washers and nuts and screws that were in it and I takened the little fellar and put him inside the box and buried him right there in a corner of the yard. That seemed more proper to me, I reckon.

Frank:
Was it still alive when you buried it?

Karl Childers:
I heared it a-cryin' through that box.

Frank:
That don't seem right. Seems like you would have kept him and taken care of him if he was your brother.

Karl Childers:
I wasn't but 6 or 8. I don't reckon I knew what to do. I didn't know how to care for no baby. My mother and father didn't want him and they learned me to do what they told me. These days I reckon it's better to give him back to the Good Lord anyhow.