Remember when you were a kid? Then do you remember getting into things that were not good for you or safe? From birth to about 13 years old children have no common sense. Some mature into adulthood and still have no common sense, but that is another story. Childhood years are tough on parents. I have grandchildren now, but my mother still reminds me of her traumatic experiences raising me. I have recollections of some really muddleheaded things I did. One of which happened eons ago, but I remember vividly, with good reason. Even though it was almost 150 years ago (not really), I remember the day my parents came home from work and saw my hair singed to the roots and my eyebrows fried. Mom screamed, "WHAT DID YOU DO?" "I lit a match, and tried to melt dried paint around the lid of a paint can so that I could open it and it exploded," I replied matter-of-factly. "YOU COULD HAVE PUT AN EYE OUT," my father bellowed. "Well, I didn't, did I. Besides, what's the big deal?" I retorted smugly, with a smirk on my face. I spent the next 149 years (not really) in my room. That's where I learned to write...and my hair got long...and my eyebrows grew back. Copyright 2006 by Pamela Beers. All rights reserved. |
