You ever have any brothers or sisters growing up? I had one there for a little while. But,...

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 around 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 and whatnot 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.