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An Almost Obedient Little Boy -- Part 2

Published on 11/28/2015
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An Almost Obedient Little Boy – Pt. 2

    “Don't go in the mud puddles, John, it ruins your shoes” my mom would tell me before I would go outside after it had rained. And yes, those were mud puddles out in front of our house because the street we lived on wasn't paved.

    The reason she felt it necessary to exhort me in that way was because I had gone into mud puddles many times previously. After all, those puddles weren't deep, and they made really nice splashes whenever I walked through them, or, even better, kicked the water.

    But I knew I should obey my mother. After all, she had explained that she didn't want me to ruin my shoes. But those puddles were so interesting to at least look at them. It wouldn't do any harm for me to walk up close to one of them. Or to walk around it and see the the sunlight glistening in the ripples caused by the breeze.

    Maybe I could even just toss a little pebble into the puddle. Yes, it would certainly be okay to do that. So I did. Yup, that little pebble did make a nice little splash. So I tossed another. And another.

    But they were kinda little splashes. I studied the puddle and thought about it. I got an idea. What my mom was concerned about was my shoes getting ruined. Suppose I gave the puddle a big stomp with my foot so all the water got splashed away from my foot and then I lifted my foot really fast before the water came back? I was quite pleased with myself. What a brilliant idea I'd just had.

    Of course even brilliant ideas have to be tested to prove they work. So I lifted my foot and then stomped it down into the mud puddle. The water did indeed splash out and away from that foot! And, just as I had planned, I lifted it back up as quick as I could so the water wouldn't rush back onto the shoe.

    It worked! Well, it sort of worked. The shoe on the foot I stomped didn't get very wet. Ahh...but the shoe on the other foot got quite wet. Hmm. I hadn't thought of that. I stepped a little way back from the puddle to think over this minor set back.

    How about if I stomped my foot, then not only pulled that foot back, but also stepped backwards really quickly? That might work. So, of course, I tested that technique. Mmm. I'm sorry to say I wasn't quite fast enough to keep both shoes dry. I tried again. Nope, that method wasn't working. One shoe or the other or both were still getting wet.

    I was not prepared to give up trying to figure out a solution to my dilemma. And sure enough, I came up with another great idea. I was quite confident that this one was sure to work. All I would have to do is jump in with both feet, then jump back out before the water came back! Yes. So that's what I did. I jumped in and then jumped out. It was so much fun I did it again and again. I quite forgot about the little matter of my shoes getting wet. So, yes, they did indeed get quite wet.

    I guess I did get punished for my disobedience. Being disciplined was a part of my upbringing. Sometimes with a spanking. More often it was standing in the corner to think over what I'd been told not to do yet had done anyway. Usually that corrected my misbehavior.

    But discipline didn't seem to resolve my profound attraction to puddles. So what did my Mom do? Well...she made sure I always wore boots whenever there were any puddles at all outside, even if the sun was shining brightly. Did that work? Well...sort of. But I still stomped and splashed so hard in the puddles that my shoes still got wet, but at least not as much as before.

    Eventually I stopped my puddle stomping and jumping. Not because I got too old for doing it, but because a little thing called polio came along and I gave up doing a lot of things. But I still remember how much fun it was to stomp in those mud puddles.

    If you missed part one you can click this link to go to it: An Almost Obedient Little Boy - Part 1.  For those who haven't yet read about polio changed my life when I was 6 years old, you can read about by clicking this link: Tale of an Elementary School Drop-out Pt. 1.

   If you'd like to what business I'm involved in now that I'm grown up and not going into mud puddles as often, you can take a look at my IBO Social Profile Page.


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