Reblogging you some hope on this busy and fruitful Sunday afternoon!
When I think back at all the foolish, and even dangerous things I have done in the past I have to question my common sense (or sometimes my sanity). Then there are the politically correct things that I violated time and time again without thinking.
One time while playing in the neighbor’s field, I decided to start an ant farm, so I put as many ants in my pockets as I could and brought them home to show my mother. You can imagine how she reacted. At an even younger age, I decided the dining room walls needed some extra color, so I rubbed butter all over one of them. The grease stain remained there for years as a reminder of my earliest art work. As I approached my teen years, my neighbors and I discovered the excitement of rock fights. Unlike today’s video war games, people could actually be physically injured. …
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