Oh, mercy, I think we're all storytellers, you know. You think of the excuses you told your parents for why you got home late. I just never gave it up.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Though I made my share of mistakes, as all parents do, I was devoted to my kids. I walked them to school every morning and walked back to pick them up at 3.
Some of my high school teachers did remind me that I had an excellent imagination when it came to making up excuses.
My parents are really well intended, and I think their way of dealing with things is denial and guilt. Nobody wanted to talk about it. But all I did was blame myself.
No excuses and no sob stories. Life is full of excuses if you're looking. I have no time to gripe over misfortune. I don't waste time looking back.
How many times have your parents told you not to do things, and the next thing you know, you go do it? And you realized you shouldn't have done it.
My mom was always late. It drove me crazy as a child. So I'm always on time - or early.
When I was as little as four years old, my mom would give me a pen and paper and tell me to write a story to keep me busy.
You can't live your life blaming your failures on your parents and what they did or didn't do for you. You're dealt the cards that you're dealt. I realised it was a waste of time to be angry at my parents and feel sorry for myself.
I think we all have a responsibility to tell good stories.
When I was younger, I was always taught not to make excuses.