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Kids Education – Training Children to Work

Kids Education – Training Children to Work
Kids Education – Training Children to Work: Simpler Times
My wife and I reminisced about life when we were kids. Times were simpler. Things weren’t perfect, but life was less hectic.
Of an evening, my friends and I sat on the curb in front of our local candy store and mixed peanuts with cola and drank the concoction. Nothing tasted better than peanuts and cola. Well…maybe cream puffs were better, (ours were real cream), and hot pecan pie with ice cream was better, but as an affordable treat for kids…nothing beat peanuts and cola.
Kids Education – […]

Dumber Than a Box of Rocks – Humorous Short Story

Dumber Than a Box of Rocks: Introduction
Have you ever thought your parents might not be too bright. I’m talking about the time you were a teenager and knew about everything there was to know, and your parents were dumber than a box of rocks.
I remember as a teenager my dad told me to get a job as president of a major corporation while I still knew everything.
This story, Dumber than a Box of Rocks, reminds me of how smart I thought I was and how stupid my father was when I was sixteen. It was […]

Childhood Memory is a Powerful Influence

A Childhood Memory is a Powerful Influence
A Childhood Memory is a Powerful Influence in Forming Character
Looking back on my life I understand that my childhood memory played a big part of forming my character. It is amazing to me that such a short span of my life affected many phases of my adult life…good and bad.
I was raised in a family of fourteen people. I had 1 father and mother, (some children have more), three brothers, and eight sisters. Living in a large family can have its challenges, but for some reason we survived them all, which […]

Fond Memories – Washing Clothes with My Mom

– Fond Memories – Washing Clothes with My Mom-
Fond Memories – Washing Clothes with My Mom: Occur at Unexpected  Times
I was raised in a family of fourteen people in a home with only one bathroom.  Needless to say, scheduling bath time in my home was more than a simple task.  When I was seven years old I learned the only way to get sufficient bath time was to wake before my siblings.  My mother gave me an old wind-up clock so I could wake-up early.
The first morning I used the alarm I woke at five-thirty, traipsed downstairs as quietly as […]