During Christmas break one year I decided that I wasn't going back to high school. I turned 16 during that vacation, and just didn't go back when school resumed. My folks didn't say much one way or the other - at that point Dad and Ma both had a bit of a drinking problem, so they probably saw it as having me around full time to help with the little ones and chores. Now, don't misunderstand - we were never mistreated in any way, and I adored them both. It's just how it was. A month later I met my Ken, and 6 days after that I had my diamond. Told him I didn't love him - told him I didn't even know for sure what that meant, but if it would get me out of the town I was living in I'd go with him. We celebrated our 46th anniversary in February.
So I'm a high school dropout. No diploma, no degree. I don't understand quantum physics but I do understand jelly kisses from a little one. Mathematics goes right over my head, but I know that love multiplies. Theory goes right over my head....common sense doesn't. I deeply respect and admire folks who stuck it out, worked and studied hard, and got those diplomas. Truth be told, I'm even a little jealous. But if I had it all to do over again, I wouldn't change a thing. What I did was right for me at the time. And look at me now! The Story Laureate of the Chicken Forums. What more could any woman want out of life???
