A little about my younger days.

When I was a child, I was not allowed to talk. My mother would tell me I was to be seen not heard. When I would speak my mother would hit me upside the head and tell me to shut up. Or some days I would be sent to the closet, until my father would come home, or my siblings would come home from school. Then everything was normal well sort of. I knew better not to talk. But I could watch everyone and learn.

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