Guest guest Posted November 7, 2002 Report Share Posted November 7, 2002 When I was in my adolescent years, I would sneak out of my father's house late at night. I would generally catch the last bus to Billings Bridge shopping mall and make my way south to the donut-shop in order to meet my other friends brave enough to risk the wrath of their parents if they were found out. (When I was found out, the wrath was horrible I assure you). My friends and I would meet at the donut shop, smoke cigarettes and enjoy our self-created freedom. Then we would vandalize the neighbourhood and steal money and other items from unlocked cars. These were the joys of our middle-class upbringing. In reflection on those times, I feel no remorse for the people whose houses and cars that we vandalized. Nor do I feel remorse for the police who never caught us...although there were some close calls indeed. I learned to travel through people's backyards and miraculously only ever met one dog. After that incident, not only did I travel through people's backyards, but I also learned how to do it without touching the ground. Where that agility went I have no idea. Why is it that in our youth we can travel without leaving a footprint and in our adult years we not only feel that leaving footprints is the purpose of life, but encourage our children to do so as well. The moral of this story? Go easy on the kid you find ransacking your car for a bit of loose change cause it might be my son. And to the gentleman who has just fallen in love, when you live and love, try not to leave any footprints. hoping none of you are cops, m. _______________ The new MSN 8: smart spam protection and 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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