The Moral of the story

When I was a child I was often left in the car while my mother went inside a store to do some shopping.  I know now a days this practice is frowned upon (thank goodness) but back in the day (the 60’s) most parents did this.  Sometimes my brother and sister would be in the car too.  We all hated being left in the car,  we never knew before we entered the car, that soon we would be stuck in the car with nothing to do.  So we never had the chance to plan ahead and bring a book, or something to keep us busy.  Today’s kids are lucky to have gameboys and iPods, we couldn’t even listen to the radio because it would drain the battery, all we had, was each other.   We had nothing to do but complain about how hot, thirsty and bored we were.  We sat there having nothing to do, but look pathetic.  I felt like one of those sad forgotten dogs who was left in the car all alone, panting from the heat and in need of a drink of water.  

I had pretty much forgotten those days of my youth, till the other day when I was parking my car,  I noticed the car next to me, had  an older women in the front passenger seat and and older man in the back seat.  They both had that look on their face that I recognized in a instant, that bored and thirsty look.  I couldn’t help but wonder if they were the parents of a child that was left in a car so many years ago, and now with retribution this was their fate.  Soon I found out.

A women close to my age got into the car, and then I heard that familiar whine from years ago.  What took you so long?  I’m hungry, I’m thirsty, I want to go home!

So the moral of the story is?  Things have a way of turning around in your life.  Be careful of how you treat your children, because someday they will be the ones taking care of you.

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