I remember when I was about 12, I got really upset with my dad and I walked out of the house and slammed the door behind me. I was about 1 1/2 blocks up the street when I heard him yell (my dad never would yell down the street)...he was calling me...Carol..Carol...come here, come here. I thought something was wrong at the house. I ran back to the house I got inside and he said "Now, you can go out that door again and close the door properly" Nothing else just that little sentence. Then I was furious but I knew if I slammed the door again, what my consequences would be. :-)
How I wish I could go back to those "easy" days from where I stand now. lol lol
How I wish I could go back to those "easy" days from where I stand now. lol lol
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