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In my last post I told you about how I gained the freedom of walking to school in first grade. Well I’m third grade I decided that walking to school was okay but walking home was not great.
I can’t remember exactly why I hated it so much. Maybe it was during a heat wave. Maybe my little legs just couldn’t handle the walk both ways back then. Maybe my little bladder count handle the walk home since I didn’t like using the bathroom at school after a teacher walked in on me in kindergarten.
Anyways I’m not sure the reason. I just know that I wanted out. My mom wouldn’t listen to reason though. She was sticking hard to the fact that I wanted to walk so bad. Obviously I had to come up with some compelling reason for her to pick me up from school so I decided to lie.
I told her that there was a bully that always picked on me as I walked home. He was older and bigger than me so I couldn’t ever get away from him fast enough.
My mom appeared to be uninterested. Maybe I wasn’t as good of a liar as I thought I was.
So the next day I was walking home with my friend Jason. He was a year or two older than me and quite a bit taller. For some reason we started messing around. He took a can of soda away from me and was holding it above me as I tried to get it back from him.
Right then my mom comes busting out of nowhere yelling at him. She chewed him out, made him give me the soda back, and told him to get the heck outta there. He ran off.
My mom walked me home that day. And the next day. I didn’t get out of walking home. Instead I was just the kid whose mom would walk with him.
Jason then actually became a bully at school and whenever my mom wasn’t there. This is when I learned about self-fulfilling prophecy. If you lie about something long enough it might just become your reality. at Logan, Utah