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Breaking a Bad Habit

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By Capper's Staff | Jun 20, 2013

Just wanted to write to you about
an experience I had as a child about an old outhouse. Seems after I got in bed
every night I had to go to the outhouse. So, I guess my parents thought it was
unnecessary every night as mom took me out before she put me to bed. Dad was a
joker anyway and he thought up a joke to pull on me to break me of the nightly
habit.

We had a three holer and the folks
had an old empty bird cage sitting over one hole, so Dad tied a string to it.
That night it was so dark and mom said, “Go by your-self.”

I did, and about the time things
were working for me, Dad pulled the string and the bird house fell over. I
still don’t know how I got to the house, but I jumped over the cage and went
screaming to the house. Years later, Dad laughed and told me the trick they used
to break me of going out ever night after I got in ‘ bed.

Fay Hammond
Cheney, Washington


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