Real education is painful

11 years old. First day of summer, early morning. My dad comes in. “Sit down let’s have a talk” (Somethings up)

‘Your mother and I bought some land – and you’re going to help me build a house.’ He scoots closer. ‘Stop what you’re doing, get dressed, and meet me out at the truck in ten minutes.’

It wasn’t sinking in. (How could it)

He leaves, I go back to video games. He comes back in ten minutes.

‘Why aren’t you ready?’ His voice stern

‘I’m not doing that’. I was shaking

He took a full fucking minute, then slowly ‘You’re going to get dressed and walk out to the truck, or I will drag you.’

By this point I was crying. I knew he would. I got dressed.

My education had begun.

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