A
lot of shit will had already taken place by the time you're able to
understand that you were a sentient being. By age of two, "No"
surely was the strongest word within your limited adult vocabulary.
Using this word too often in front of your parents may have resulted
in you getting the shit slapped out of you and thus you began to
learn the art of internal thought. Think before you speak. Think
before you act and somehow the shit that was bothering you became a
bit more bearable.
By age three, you may have started to see yourself as something other than a sponge, trying to process as much shit as possible. Every day brought forth a new adventure stimulating your cognizant thinking skills. All of the things you where now coming in contact with began to unwittingly, shape the direction of your life. You had begun to learn the art of higher learning without realizing what was taking place. Wanderlust. A sense of a twinkle of self realization. If possible, go back and look at photographs of yourself at age two and three. Do you see a difference in the awareness you appear to project? At that point in time life had just become more interesting for you.
By age three, you may have started to see yourself as something other than a sponge, trying to process as much shit as possible. Every day brought forth a new adventure stimulating your cognizant thinking skills. All of the things you where now coming in contact with began to unwittingly, shape the direction of your life. You had begun to learn the art of higher learning without realizing what was taking place. Wanderlust. A sense of a twinkle of self realization. If possible, go back and look at photographs of yourself at age two and three. Do you see a difference in the awareness you appear to project? At that point in time life had just become more interesting for you.
As
a kid, I really didn’t know what shit was, how it begin, or how it
ended. But I knew that it was out there. I didn’t have a great
command of the English language during my pre-teen years, so trying
to associate the word with action or object, was a bit confusing. My
parents, like most parents of the 1960’s, tried not to use
inappropriate words around children. Didn’t want them to learn bad
words, as if somehow, their children would be the exception to the
rule, and shit. Growing up as sugar and spice and everything nice.
Invariably, a bad word or two would slip out from an adult’s mouth
during extended family gatherings. Say, a Labor Day Barbeque, or a
Super Bowl Sunday. Excited moments or a tendency to be a bit more
relaxed than one could afford to be within a work environment brought
forth forbidden words. Shit, was always included on the short list.
It was the word that slipped out most frequently as a result of an
excited utterance....
