When I was 8 years old, and living in Louisville, I was in Tae-Kwon-Do. When we did really well on something, then we were given these stars to put on our belts. One day, my dad took me in to speak with my instructor. I had been getting into fights on the bus, and one of my punishments was that I had to go and tell my instructor what I had done. I watched as he ripped the stars off my belt. Needless to say, he was disappointed in my behavior.
That was such a vivid memory in my mind tonight.
It was one of those times when I felt how disappointed someone was in me.
I have no idea why that popped in my head tonight, but there it is.
(That little boy you see there, yea, that's me. Sigh.)
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