I remember rascaling around a little bit here and there when I was a kid and by rascaling

I don't mean like anything super scandalous is just sort of a normal childhood

for the 80s and 90s and you had a real long leash and you didn't have any automatic generic boredom

quench your device in your pocket that just made it all go away whenever you needed it to, well I guess there were game boys, but it just wasn't the same as what a phone does.

And so the expectation was, you're supposed to be bored

and the boredom is supposed to make you want to go do things and explore the world and

it's supposed to make you curious here's a bunch of freedom to go do it go do it

do it just figure it out.

And so we would go and do that and usually

is pretty harmless, but every now and then

you'd get into a little bit of a scrap,

you get in a little bit of trouble,

maybe end up somewhere that you weren't supposed to be

rather innocently with your friends.

But I was always the super soft-hearted kid who remembered all of the stories that mom and dad told

me about doing the right thing and I remember

the Goofus and Gallant cartoons from highlights and so if anybody ever did catch us somewhere

we weren't supposed to be I would always be the one who's like guys we can't run we have to

talk to him and then everybody would run and I just be there

uh...

dang I should have ran and then I end up having the conversation and I'm getting in trouble.

What I like the most about this analogy is that in it, all of my deadbeat friends who ran and deserted

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