I'm beginning to ramble now. My bad. (That is what I try to say instead of "I'm sorry" which I usually only say sarcastically.) I should wrap up this chapter on learning.
Did you learn anything? I guess, the main take-away from this chapter is that in my day, children were generally left to their own devices, from cavorting in toxic fumes to playing with hazardous chemicals. The result, well, this memoir will fill you in on some of that. As to whether or not this was the proper way for a child to be raised, I'll let you be the judge. I think I turned out okay.
This writing is not intended as a critique of the people or the parenting of my childhood. The behaviors I've described were typical and acceptable for the times. This is the world I grew up in. The following chapters will introduce you to some of the people who made that world more interesting and made me who I became. Especially, it is about the adventures we shared and the fun we had. Never underestimate the importance of having fun, even when crap happens. Fun is truly existence's essential element. Now, there's a lesson worth learning.
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HumorStories from another time and place to make you think, laugh, and possibly shed a tear. I know I did, but for me the stories are personal. This is for those who can appreciate the insanity of the world I was raised in. One should never judge the...
