Grounded For Life: September 2003 Archives

As you are probably quickly figuring out things were never boring at our house. My parents swear that the house could be completely quiet; the animals sound asleep, the phone silent until I walked in the house. Then everything would completely crazy for the remainder of the night. The only pleasure in hearing this only meant that me being grounded for life was just as miserable on them as it was on me. It was only a simple pleasure but a pleasure still the same.

I may not have won the war, but I made sure I won more than a few battles in my childhood. My parents always said they couldn’t give me an inch because I’d definitely take the mile. Most the time that was very accurate, but there were times that I was just tired of trying to out scheme them and that is when I was able to win battles. Timing is everything; too bad I have to date, still not figured that lesson out.

Now, if anyone doubts that God has a sense of humor, you so need to meet my parents. I mentioned in Chapter One how the joining of their forces could make any child’s youth a living nightmare. Especially if misunderstood as much as I was growing up.

All I have to say is this ~ becareful what you wish for as it just might come true :smile. As promised, the begin part of my writings. Stay tuned for the "teenage years" of the story ~

My story begins in Omaha Nebraska. I was a lucky child, adopted by a minister and a schoolteacher who dreamed of becoming parents. They were already proud parents of a two-year-old son, whom they adopted from the same agency where, for good or bad, they got me. My parents have always told me that when I was handed to them, they were told; I was going to be a handful and give them a run for their money. I guess I lived fully up to those expectations. My personal view on that matter is if they had never gotten me, they would have lived very boring lives as my brother is a bit of a stick in the mud.