Ah, the value of an education. We don’t value it anywhere near enough these days but I can tell you, school was a real lifesaver for me. Although I can’t recall my precise age, it wasn’t a lot. Perhaps second or third grade range sounds about right. Back then I had a neighbor, named Freddie Moskowitz, and something about the kid offended my sensibilities. So much so that one day I found myself pursuing him with the intent of doing bodily harm.
Quite a story, Crowden! My mother did something similar that I recall vividly as I witnessed it as a kid. She pushed her hand through a window while opening it and I remember all the blood. Somehow I thought she was angry about something—maybe at me? There must have been a scar, but I don’t remember how many stitches. But I can still picture the scene vividly even after 60+ years.
Quite a story, Crowden! My mother did something similar that I recall vividly as I witnessed it as a kid. She pushed her hand through a window while opening it and I remember all the blood. Somehow I thought she was angry about something—maybe at me? There must have been a scar, but I don’t remember how many stitches. But I can still picture the scene vividly even after 60+ years.
You got your just desserts.