Cranks My Tractor

Published: Friday, July 5, 2013 at 08:48 AM.

That was not the case.

Going back and forth to the hall of the building for relief, I started to figure out something in my classroom was causing my right eye to explode and my nose to cry. The oscillating fan had only made it worse.

Then it hit me like a book thrown from across the classroom.

I knew what it was…

Growing up I spent a lot of Saturdays and summer days in my Grandmama’s ten cent store in Wedowee, Alabama. Grandmama sold candy, magazines, kitchen stuff, toys and everything else you would imagine in a rural Alabama ten cent store.

She even sold perfume. I distinctly remember my Mama warning me never to open the little bottles with the red lids. I would ask her, “Why not?” She wouldn’t explain.

Some children are going to do what you tell them they shouldn’t do; it is even more probable when you do not give them an explanation of why not to do it. So one hot summer afternoon, I decided to open one of the little bottles with the red lids.

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