10-17-2003, 02:40 PM
I learned a lot at this school. :o
One of the tales my mother tells is one where, at the age of about 3 she let me out into the fenced back yard and tended to my baby sister for a bit. I promptly upended the sandbox pail and used it to climb over the fence and explore. She was only alerted to my absence by the screams for help I emitted when I was high-tailing it for the fence, chased by a dog, and realized that the sandbox pail was on the wrong side!
Truth to tell, though, I only very slowly came to realize what a charmed and lucky upbringing I had. Charmed because my parents let me explore and find out consequences for myself, and lucky because of the location for doing it and that none of the consequences proved fatal or permanent. I suffered from two of the classic three i's of teenage years (I was immortal and infallible but I was pretty sure I would not be infertile, based on the experiences of some of my acquaintances. This was in the days before AIDS, so I didn't get the 'You might die!' story that most of you have likely heard.)
One of the tales my mother tells is one where, at the age of about 3 she let me out into the fenced back yard and tended to my baby sister for a bit. I promptly upended the sandbox pail and used it to climb over the fence and explore. She was only alerted to my absence by the screams for help I emitted when I was high-tailing it for the fence, chased by a dog, and realized that the sandbox pail was on the wrong side!
Truth to tell, though, I only very slowly came to realize what a charmed and lucky upbringing I had. Charmed because my parents let me explore and find out consequences for myself, and lucky because of the location for doing it and that none of the consequences proved fatal or permanent. I suffered from two of the classic three i's of teenage years (I was immortal and infallible but I was pretty sure I would not be infertile, based on the experiences of some of my acquaintances. This was in the days before AIDS, so I didn't get the 'You might die!' story that most of you have likely heard.)
And you may call it righteousness
When civility survives,
But I've had dinner with the Devil and
I know nice from right.
From Dinner with the Devil, by Big Rude Jake
When civility survives,
But I've had dinner with the Devil and
I know nice from right.
From Dinner with the Devil, by Big Rude Jake