NyBoy says he likes hijacking

. There's something about people ...
We are all shaped by our childhoods, formative years they call it. I grew up on a farm and it wasn't all the same farm. Yeah. Dad was never able to quit his day job. He changed it fairly often and wasn't willing to commit to buy property. That's right. We would load our livestock onto the farm truck and move them - 3 different farms, separated by a dozen miles!
I remember counting 40 cows before Dad gave up on this enterprise. A mechanic, he was finally willing to move to town and buy a house. Mechanic married to a hairdresser - could I have had a more working class family? Well, you think about me being in the farmyard or the fields. Maybe that sets me apart.
Anyway, I related well to cattle

. Went to church and was told about being a good person. So, what was the difference between a person and what they liked to call a "beast" in church? If you are in charge of feeding and you open the gate into the corral at feeding time and 40 cows come through ... there is a chance to think about the difference between them and us.
Unschooled ... this relates somewhat to
@dewdropsinwv 's experience in returning to school. When I learned that we were leaving the farm, I got into trouble. I mean big trouble. It was the final months of my 13th year and we took about 6 months to get gone from the farm but by that time - I had a change of attitude!
I believed what the police detective told me. I felt ashamed of the hurt I caused my mother; the embarrassment to my father when a person from the church showed up and seemed to lecture him on how to raise kids. The wider world offered something. I decided that I could and should find out about it.
It's ironic that I returned to farming and never removed myself more than a step or two from it with any adult occupation. It probably doesn't reflect all that well on the doors that I was willing to open to other opportunities, about how I used school for my entertainment more than a stepping stone. But, young Steve did have to settle down, overcome some of his resentments and get on with life -- Barbarian no more!
Well, what was I? Recently, I was reading something of the college life of a guy who went on to a PhD and renown at the U of Chicago. He showed up late for a class lecture - the room was empty but there was a problem written on the board. He answered the question and turned it in. It wasn't an assignment! The professor wrote down a question that economists thought was unsolvable. The prof wanted to publish his paper!
This guy was following in his father's footsteps. He was the son of an economist. Think of the advantages this obviously very smart college kid had. The dinner table conversations, the importance his parents were likely to place on all education for a kid who may have imagined himself as an economist from a young age.
Kansas University researchers studied something about the parenting of young children: In an hour the children in wealthy families heard 2,150 words; children in working-class families heard 1,250 words; families on welfare, 620 words.
Children learning: Between 18 months and 2 years of age, Stanford researchers found that children from poverty level families learned 30% fewer new words than children from wealthier families. Honestly, it's surprising that it isn't worse!
Today, I'm trying to understand why someone would post a picture online of a kitten running across a landmine and think that was funny. Do we really live in such a cruel society

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Steve