Mama used to say: "if fifty youngons was playing, you're gonna be the one get hurt." She was right most of the time, on account I took a lot of risk, as trial and error was a good classroom and a very effective way of learning.
Looking back now, I bet Mr. and Mrs. Brown felt bad. Poor Mama got all banged up running up the sidewalk (for reasons she never could explain). Daddy found out just how fast that Chevy Impala would go, and we met the infamous Doctor Dickie in Columbus Georgia.
Worse part was, I didn't get to hang (sleep-over) in a barn with my buddies, and missed out on the Girly Books and Cigarettes. Best part was, Daddy administered the softest whooping I ever got. Mr. Brown was right,..."don't put your hands near that belt."
Life if about learning.
I miss Mama and Daddy, and I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused them.
