Why I Rarely Complained As a Kid
When I was about 8 years old, I told my mother I was having a tough time falling asleep because my bed was too hard.
The next day, I was home right after school, and I walked into my room to see my mother struggling with a huge flat piece of wood as she pulled my mattress off the bed.
"What are you doing?" I asked her.
"I'm putting a board under your mattress!" She answered.
"Why?" I asked.
"To make your bed harder," she said, in a tone of authoritative satisfaction. She finished the job and as she left the room added, "Maybe you'll think twice about complaining next time."
It worked.
The next day, I was home right after school, and I walked into my room to see my mother struggling with a huge flat piece of wood as she pulled my mattress off the bed.
"What are you doing?" I asked her.
"I'm putting a board under your mattress!" She answered.
"Why?" I asked.
"To make your bed harder," she said, in a tone of authoritative satisfaction. She finished the job and as she left the room added, "Maybe you'll think twice about complaining next time."
It worked.
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