A “perfect child” who always did
everything expected her, a church officer and an outstanding student,
did something unexpected: At an all-church picnic, she was standing
by the bathrooms when a Matriarch of the congregation came up to her
and asked where the Woman's restroom was. The youth opened the door
of the Men's room, and when the woman went in fled – both in terror
for having done something impulsive like that and in joy for having
once done something outside her character. I teased her about this
event, but there were no negative repercussions and she both matured
and went back to her old self. Within a year she had completely
erased the event from her memory – it “wasn't her” and
therefore it never happened.
No comments:
Post a Comment