Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa

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Growing up, I was a very quiet, shy little girl–pain-ful-ly shy. I was that little girl who wanted to climb into her desk cubby whenever the teacher posed a question and happened to look in her direction. On some occasions, I still am that shy, little girl–Timid Terry–that’s me.

So when I accidentally started a quite large, hillside brush fire after innocently tossing firecrackers down the hill–who would have believed it?

When I bought Mammy Cookies for the 20 Yen I stole from the Buddha’s shrine offering–who would have believed it?

When I painted a mosaic of colors on a wall of a vacant home–who would have believed it?

When my elbow accidentally knocked out a little5-year old girl’s already loose tooth–who would have believed it?

For me, it was not (this all happened under the age of ten) about making conscious decisions to do those things–I was running merely on impulse. I was living for the moment. I kinda wish I still had that impulsive behavior. Oh, the things i could do . . .

©Teresita Abad Doebley All rights reserved 2009-2011.


6 thoughts on “Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa

  1. Go for it! As we all know, it is easier to ask forgiveness than permission. Take the risk! Of course, I do not always follow my own advice, but it would be good for all of us to be kids again, even if just an afternoon at a time.

  2. Ah memories…. memories… memories… I wish I had that impulsive spirit again too. Sometimes I look in the mirror and ask myself “How the F%&*&^$% did you become so conservative?” Then I have a good laugh… maybe there is still hope. Ahh. TY! 🙂

  3. I was the same way as a child. Shy, but could also tell stories of things the unbelievable things I did. There is a small brush fire in my past, too.

    Interesting perspective on this photo. I like the way it appears we’re peering through the trees with you. The reflection is wonderful.

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