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- From: rvacca@vyasa.helios.nd.edu (robert vacca)
- Subject: Childhood memories
- Message-ID: <1993Jan25.000853.3383@news.nd.edu>
- Sender: news@news.nd.edu (USENET News System)
- Organization: University of Notre Dame
- Date: Mon, 25 Jan 1993 00:08:53 GMT
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- When I was younger I would not eat raw carrots.
- My brother would not eat cooked carrots.
- Since cooking carrots involved more effort for my parents
- that just taking a knife to them (the carrots) my brother usually
- won the carrot wars.
- So we had lots of raw carrots, because carrots were both
- Good For You (tm) and Reasonably Priced (tm).
- When possible, I avoided them. But one day I recieved
- the common parental ultimatum "You eat those carrots or you'll
- sit here until you do!"
- I sat there for three hours before I ate the carrots.
- The next day I planned ahead and wore a big shirt to
- the dinner table. Throughout dinner, I pretended to eat the
- carrots, but actually dropped them onto my lap when my parents
- weren't looking. At the end of dinner I slipped the carrots
- under my shirt and tucked my shirt in, and was excused.
- I then went up to my room, opened the window, and threw
- the carrots out into the blackness over the hedge.
- I did this for three months.
- Then one day our gutter backed up underneath my window.
- The gutter repairman (this was the seventies, when women could
- not repair gutters) found a mass of rotten carrots blocking the
- gutter. Apparently I didn't get as much distance as I thought.
- My parents were less than thrilled.
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- David Vacca, Just an Excitable Boy.
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