Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa
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 . . .