A Childhood Memory
One of my fondest childhood memories is the time that I was locked in a shed. Trapped in the darkness, I cried and yelled and banged on the door for hours. But nobody would let me out. So I decided to build a battering ram out of shovels and old paint cans and tractors and whatever else was laying around. After a few hours of work, I completed my battering ram and barged my way out into sweet, glorious freedom. It was a powerful, beautiful moment and one that I shall treasure always even if, on reflection, it occurs to me that I may very well be thinking of an old A Team episode.
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Posted: September 9th, 1999 under thoughts.
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