I loved hot dogs with mustard and relish at baseball games. I loved candy floss at the circus. I loved the Monkeys when they first appeared on tv. I watched the Dick Clark Bandstand and loved Herman Hermits. My friends and I went to the Beatles movies and watched the girls scream and complained we couldn't hear the movie because we were looking for meaning. I wore bell bottoms. I wore flowers in my hair and had peace symbols painted on my face. I marched in peace demonstrations. I was against nuclear war. I learned to bicycle without training wheels but wanted them. I didn't like liver and onions. I got tired of eating moose as a kid one year and tried trading moose meat sandwiches for peanut butter and jam. I wore my brothers hand me down clothing when I was a kid and my clothing was given to my cousins. I shopped in second hand stores. I stole a chocolate bar and later stole a playboy magazine. I skipped out of school to go to the coffee shop. I liked sex. I didn't fake orgasms. I drank milk out of the container in the refridgerator. I hitch hiked. I rode on ice flows in break up polling in the river. I said Iwas going to church when I went to a friends. I smoked cigarettes. I hung out with left wing radicals and right wing radicals. I didn't always do what was right. I was suspended from high school. I lied when I was young. I told the truth when I was older and a lie would have saved me so much more trouble. I have got into more trouble being good than I did being bad. I haven't been particularly good at being bad and envied people who were really bad. I have regretted a conscience. I have had too many second helpings. I liked watching Jerry Springer. I have watched soap operas. I've slept in on Sunday and missed church. I've been a poor husband. I 've failed some times in most things that I've done but I've kept doing them and usually got better. I'm still muddling along. I 'm on my way to church this morning. I might nod off or think about other things during the service. I'll probably look at my watch sometime too.
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