I was a coward the other night by eating cow at a friends house.
I just couldn't bring myself, on a -12 degree night, to pass on a prided beef stew. It wasn't a planned dinner, the whole family was there...I just couldn't speak up. It was delicious
courage the cowardly dog Cowardly hmmmm?
I remember at the age of 6 or 7 coming
home on the school bus, in the winter,
still had about a half mile to walk to my
house - and there was a set of very
steep stairs to get up to the street which
I lived on. It seemed that the only kids
who got off on this stop were me and
4 boys. Every single day during the
winter they made my life pure H***
They would always run to the front
of the bus, get off first, then stand
guard at the top of the stairs, hurling
snowballs(with rocks in them) in my
direction. I could not get past them
even to make around to the long way
home. And I WAS too scared to try to
climb up those steep(and slippery) steps
while it rained snow-rock balls on my
head. I often just sat in the trolley stop
for ages, waiting for them to get sick of
it - and go away. It DID make a few of
my childhood winters very bad memories.