On the playground in elementary school. Didn't you learn songs like that? Most of them are just silly:

"Cind-a-rell-a dressed in yell-a
went upstairs to kiss a fell-a
made a mistake
kissed a snake
how many doctors did it take?"

Or

"Miss Lucy had a steamboat
the steamboat had a bell
Miss Lucy went to heaven
the steamboat went to
hell-o operator, please give me number 9
and if you disconnect me, I'll kick you in the
behind the 'fridgerator there was a piece of
glass glass glass
Miss Lucy sat upon it and broke her little
As-k me no more questions,
I'll tell you no more lies
Miss Lucy's in the bathtub with 50 naked guys!"

I could go on and on. Don't all children have hand clapping and jump roping songs and games?

I just woke up thinking about the mexico one the other day because it's especially relevant to me and my therapy.

My T said that one day (in the future, not right now) she wants me to write down all of "the bad stuff" and read it out loud to her.
I reacted very strongly against this and told her it sounded sick and like torture and accused her of just being morbidly curious. And then I was thinking about how ashamed I was of it all and then I was thinking about how most of it had been done to me, so really *I* shouldn't be ashamed but the OTHER people who did it TO me should be ashamed.

But how it never seems to work like that, and even knowing that doesn't really help at all, because I'm still the one with the shame, still the one beating myself up over what happened, still blaming myself, just like the girls in that song.