Hello, I’m here to bring you a Flowers in the Attic kind of story, minus the incest. Sorry, my family wasn’t that Catholic.
However, I did have very strict parents, determined to shield my siblings and me from the dangers of the world, so they opted to keep us in the house as much as possible.
Therefore, during the weekends and every summer vacation, we were to stay at home at all times. So, while other kids were out there learning how to ride bikes, roller skate, swim or just play, we were to be locked up in the house, although we would get to go to the backyard to entertain ourselves with our dogs.
This is why, at age 37, I had to teach myself how to ride a bike—still working on the learning to swim thing.
Most of the time, I was awfully bored.
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