The following is an excerpt from a book I'm working on called "Your Baby is Ugly," in which I discuss the dynamic of parenting from the perspective of a teacher...and someone who was once a child. I'd love your input, good or bad.
When I was a kid, my brothers and I used to get into a lot of trouble. We were home-schooled and, generally speaking, a regular day consisted of getting up early, flying through our schoolwork (at mach speed), and then finding things to do outside.
Occasionally, those things ended up getting us grounded.
One of the most unique episodes had to do with an elderly man who mowed the lawn on the property behind our house.
We rented our house from the next door church, and there was a very large piece of land, adjunct to our backyard. We called this property “The Farm,” and we used it every day as an outlet for what would otherwise be dangerous energy.
Let me preface this story by saying that I have nothing against elderly citizens. I think old…er…experienced people are great! I’d love to be one some day.
Back to the story.
