If I could go back before my birth, I’d tell my folks these things:
“Teach me to always tell the truth, even if it gets me or someone else in trouble.”
“Make me say my prayers each and every night.”
“Show me how to use my head before my fists.”
“Remind me to smile a lot, even when things are bad.”
“Help me learn to control my temper.”
“Finally, make sure I know there’s much more to life than stuff.”
Perhaps then I’d include, “And please — go easy on me when I set fire to the field while killing spiders.”
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