reading about kid trump, donnie john, throwing rocks at the neighbor kid in his playpen, i recalled the psycho neighbor kid in mount zion ill. who strangled two swans and hung my turtle by the neck in the tree in front of our house and said he didn't, the turtle flew there on his own and hung himself. then when our two families got together at our house the kid lit our deep orange shag living room carpet on fire, and we got the blame. 
i've wondered what future that kid had, would he be an arsonist, a po-po, a butcher, a soldier, a strangler, but i never thought wow, that kid could become the president of the united states! the greatest man on earth! but that's what happened, pretty much. 

postscript.

i was talking to mom and she didn't remember the psycho-kid at first, but then she remembered she babysat him, and then i remembered that i used to hang out with him. once when i got a bowie knife and mom said, do not take it to the woods, i took it, and i had it open in my hand and i was with psycho-kid and we were crossing an old rusty barbed wire fence and i cut my right middle finger real good and it was pouring and we ran to psycho-kid's house as him mom was a nurse and fixed me with a butterfly bandage, and i begged her to keep mum and she did and i lied and said the fence cut me, and then i remembered: he was the thug that beat my snake, which was not mine but a wild snake that bit me, so it was like mine, beat my snake to death, to an embossed mud pictograph of my snake, and it must have been either then or when he hung my turtle, i knew the kid was psycho and i was angry and scared and no one else seemed to notice or care enough to do something about him, and that again reminds me of kid trump. kid trump metastasized into psychotrump while everyone and no one was looking.

funny, i think i knew all that when i saw the overgrown psycho-kid trump, but it took a while and some memory to click into place. now i know, he's an archetype, psycho-kid, now a grown-up, i see the years collapse in one apoplectic face.