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I've Made Mistakes In Life

I will be the first to admit to it. Everyone does in the process which is called "growing up".But some of them are REALLY HARD.

For example, when we began school, we were told "be good and mind the teacher". What do you do when something happens and you are blamed and the teacher believes the accuser and not you? My parents, both of them, knew full well I didn't lie to them. Neither did my siblings. In what oldsters call "the good old days", I had teachers who made rules according to what they wanted to believe. When I was accused and cried over an incident, I was told, "Crying's not going to help you."

My poor mother had to come to school at least once in our academic career for each of her four children for something that happened that he or she was accused of and were completely innocent - in every case.


I was told "not to fight with the other kids" in the way to or from school. But for the better part of a year, I had a neighbor's daughter who used to accost me when I came home. She stood at her back gate and would say, "I'm going to KILL you!" I would run to get away from her, and one afternoon, I fell in the alley. When I arrived home with a swollen lip and skinned knees, Mom, who knew the parents, took me back to the girl's house and showed her mother the evidence.

I'm not unique in the things I went through. But when you are told to "do" something by your friends or siblings and then are told "not to" by your parents or other adults, what is the right course? You want to fit in with other children, but you don't want detention or punishment] either, do you?

I 've made too many mistakes to admit to on an SW posting. But I hope when my time comes, I hope to have more accomplishments on the white page than the black one, and to be remembered if not entirely famous. I can take whatever comes my way until then.
Heartlander · 80-89, M
:) all those nicks and bruises, overlaid by the patina that piles on, year after year, makes us who we are.

The high spots still polish well, but it's the darker tones, in the tiny recesses of the nicks and bruises that make us heirlooms.

 
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