Lesson Learned

I was 4 years of age when a terrible accident happened. Chris and I, my best friend, were sitting on a dumpster and was hitting it with sticks when I slid off and hit a dog in the butt and the next thing I know is that my ear is torn off and I was bleeding out all of my blood in my body. I was crying like a new born baby. I was holding my ear while Chris was beating the dog with a stick. The lesson I learned was to not hit a dog with a stick any more.

Comma What?

My father had left our house in the midst of a fight, between Lindsey and my mother. My mother was trying to get Lindsey to go with her to the Y to swim. Without thinking, Lindsey had blared, "I'd rather die!" at the top of her lungs. My father watched as my mother froze, then burst fleeing to their bedroom to wail behind the door. He quietly tucked his notebook in his jacket pocket, took the car keys off the hook by the back door, and snuck out.