"Why are you gonna do that?" I'd ask.
"To keep you from growing up any bigger."
"Ohhhh," I'd say, grinning with pride at the growing up I must have been doing that caused my Dad to make such a statement.
Dad and I would continue to have this conversation many times over my growing up years until eventually my growing up stopped at a modest five feet, four inches. Always after I wondered, why, if my Mom and Dad were working so hard to "raise me" and my sisters, did my Dad wish to hinder progress by putting a rock on my head?
I'm still five feet, four inches tall, but I'm no longer wondering about that old conversation with my Dad...
October 17, 2010
January 18, 2011
February 27, 2011
April 4, 2011
April 24, 2011
Does anyone know where I can find a big ROCK?