I was about nine or ten years old when my sister walked into our bedroom and announced, “Dad said for you to ‘come here.’ ” I made the fretful walk down the hallway to the living room where Dad was waiting. “Why did you put those flowers in your window after I told y’all not to put anything up there?”
Fearing a spanking was in my future, I answered timidly, “I just wanted to make it pretty.”
He went on to explain, “If anything falls off it can hurt you and your sisters.” (Our beds were arranged under the windows of our bedroom.)
Having no other defense I repeated, “I was just trying to make it pretty.”
I guess Dad felt sorry for me because I didn’t get a spankin’, but I did have to remove the dirt filled vases of flowers from the windowsill.
Two things about me back then that are still true today: If someone’s rules don’t make sense to me, I do what I want anyway.
And, I’m still trying to make my room pretty.
Until next time,