Grandpa (and Grandma) had always been kind and loving to all of their grandkids, no exception. I had been in that house since I was little. At least we took turns in two: sometimes it would be my siblings or me with either one of them there.Īt first, everything was alright. Wanting to be a good girl, I said okay when my mother asked me and my siblings to stay there and look after Grandpa. A family member (or two, at least) had to stay there and look after him. Since he was living alone in his big house and also unwell, we needed more than a housemaid. In fact, he had been depressed when she was still ailing. When Grandma passed away, Grandpa was very depressed. To some people, I wish it were that easy. Perhaps you are wondering, “What for? Shouldn’t the past stay in the past?” A freckled-faced, pint-sized, cat-chasing bundle of noise.How do I begin? I’ve been considering (and reconsidering) telling this story.
Might as well give up – he is your captor, your jailer, your boss and your You can get him out of your study, but not Sack, two gum drops, six cents, a sling shot, a chunk of unknown substance andĪ genuine supersonic ring with a secret compartment.Ī boy is a magical creature – you can lock him out of your kitchen, but youĬan’t lock him out of your heart. Rusty knife, a half-eaten apple, three feet of string, an empty Bull Durham Nobody else gets so muchįun out of trees, dogs, and breezes. No one else is so early to rise or so late to supper. Music lessons, neckties, barbers, girls, overcoats, adults, or bedtime. He is not much for Sunday school, company, school, books without pictures, Street, woods, water (in its natural habitat), large animals, Dads, trains, He likes ice cream, knives, saws, Christmas, comic books, the boy across the Of a violet, the audacity of a steel trap, the enthusiasm of a fire cracker,Īnd when he makes something he has five thumbs on each hand. Sword swallower, the energy of a pocket-size atomic bomb, the curiosity of aĬat, the lungs of a dictator, the imagination of a Paul Bunyan, the shyness When you want him to make an impression, his brain turns to jelly orĮlse he becomes a savage, sadistic, jungle creature bent on destroying theĪ boy is a composite – he has the appetite of a horse, the digestion of a When you are busy a boy is an inconsiderate, bothersome, intruding jangle of Wisdom with bubble gum in his hair and Hope of the future with a frog in his Ignore them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them, andĪ boy is Truth with dirt on his face. Swinging from, running around or jumping to. Weapon) when their last minute is finished and the adult males pack them offīoys are found everywhere – on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, Minute of every hour of every day and to protest with noise (their only Boys come in assorted sizes, weights andĬolors, but all boys have the same creed: to enjoy every second of every “ Between the innocence of babyhood and the dignity of manhood, we find aĭelightful creature called a boy. My motto is simple, DREAM ABOUT HIM, LOOK AT HIM, FANTASIZE ABOUT HIM, BUT NEVER, AND I MEAN NEVER TOUCH HIM.
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