Memory lane vs. money
I find it interesting that the childhood memories I hold so dear to me are rooted in such simplicity or wrapped up in the kind of trouble that only a child can get into. When I was a child, my dad bowled in a Tuesday night bowling league. My mom, baby brother, and I stayed home with my mom and little brother. Some evenings, my mom had her daycare kids late. I was always a super scaredy cat kid, especially once the sun went down. We used to watch a show called "Rescue 911" and after that "Unsolved Mysteries" came on. I often wondered, in my 4-year-old mind, if they really answered 911 calls the way they did on the show ("911, what is your emergency?"), so one night, I decided to find out for myself. I dialed 911, got an answer. I was so shocked and amazed by what I'd just done that I called back. Shortly thereafter, the cops arrived at my house, just as my dad was leaving the driveway. Luckily, my mom vouched that my dad was indeed ...