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Dining room table? Yep. Drapes? Yep. Relatively new wall-to-wall brown carpet? Yep. Lampshades? Yep. White walls? Yep. Piano? Oh, yeah.

There didn’t seem to be a thing in my living room/dining room that didn’t have the pastel green paint splattered across it. I knew I was in grave danger when my father found out I’d touched the paint cans, like he told me not to do at least a zillion times. So I ran.

In order to understand the depths of this criminal offense, you must first realize how I was put into the situation. Back when I was in elementary school, probably first grade with Mrs. Black, I had a newly developing friendship with a girl up the street, Lori. Lori and I spent all of our free time together and most of our outings …show more content…

With the gaining speed, the uneven weight of my arm cargo forced me to exert more effort into keeping the heavier can the same height as the lighter of the …show more content…

In my mind I resembled a prima ballerina, using my mother’s piano to spot my turns, preventing dizziness and maintaining control. Several minutes of the high-flying fun came to an end and I tamped down the growing guilt of disobeying my father by noting I had not left the newspaper he had set under the cans to collect any spills. I couldn’t be doing anything too terrible, right? I was filled with the same exhilaration you might feel after riding the roller coaster at the amusement park. I was dizzy and smiling and smug; I had touched the paint cans, had some fun, and no one was worse for the wear.

The realization of what was to become a major mishap didn’t take long to soak into my pea brain. One glance anywhere in the room showed the evidence of my crime. Paint dribbles were everywhere. There wasn’t a surface that didn’t contain some splatters; nothing was spared.

It was at this point I knew my life was nearing an end. My lumberjack-like father would come out of the room, see what I had done, pick me up with one hand (leveling me parallel with the floor), and with one spank, knock the life out of me. I couldn’t take the risk of being discovered, so, as I said before, I

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