When I was five, I was walking to kindergarten when my four year old neighbor asked where I was going. I told him kindergarten. “Can I come?” he asked. “I don’t see why not,” I replied and brought him to class with me. His older brother had to take him home.
When I was six, I replied “aye-aye, sir,” to my music teacher, who – unappreciative of what I thought was respectful military jargon, my grandfather having been a commander in the Navy – asked me to spend the duration of the music session outside. Knowing I was being punished, I figured he did not mean simply standing in the hallway but rather suffering in the sub zero temperatures of that January Michigan day. Which I did, much to his later dread and sincere regret.
At age seven, I willingly dove through a plate glass window.
Are you starting to see a pattern here?
BILL
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