My dad was the youngest son in a family of six kids. He had no choice but to grow up defending himself. He’s often told us stories that happened to him as a kid and we always enjoyed hearing them. One of my favorite stories involved eggs and this is the best I can remember it….
It was getting to be dusk and the chickens lived through the woods from the house. One of my dad’s jobs was to collect the eggs each evening. He usually tried to get done before dark. This one day he didn’t make it. As he was coming back from the chicken coop slowly carrying the eggs in his hands, one of his sisters jumped out and scared him.
He began running toward the house as fast as he could. After walking inside, all he had were broken eggs. Did his sister get in trouble for scaring him? Noooo, dad got a spanking for breaking all the eggs.
I'd like to say I was somebody special; however, I'm just a regular person with a regular life. I have all the same hopes, fears, and dreams as other people.