January 2, 2011

  • NO!

    When I was in kindergarten, I didn’t understand the whole “strangers” thing.

    I remember coming home from school one morning after learning about saying “no” to strangers. When I got home, I went to the backyard to play. My house at that time, was right next to a “used car” dealership. As I was playing, I saw the man who owned the dealership come around the corner with two prospective buyers. I came up to our fence that separated my yard from the parking lot, I leaned up against it and started yelling “NO!”

    I still remember the disconcerting looks on their faces.

    No! No! No!

    I yelled it repeatedly until my grandparents called me in to take my nap.

    Later that night, my dad asked me what I did that day.

    “I said ‘no’ to strangers!” I explained.

    Needless to say, my dad was alarmed and asked me to tell him a little more. So I told him that I saw some strangers next door and I told them “no”.

    It finally clicked in my dad’s head that I didn’t seem to understand what it meant to say “no” to strangers. He sat me down and we had a long conversation about what a stranger is, and how not all strangers are bad.

    I think I finally got the hang of it happy. I still have trouble talking to strangers though.

     

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