Being wrong
Two random childhood memories:
- Arguing with Dad that he can't know that We All Live in a Yellow Submarine, by the Beatles, came before We All Live in a Capital 'I', by Sesame Street.
- Second grade: Sitting at a small table with three or four other students, being asked math problems by the teacher. She asks me 7-11. I know the answer is "minus four," but we haven't covered negatives, so I answer instead, "that's impossible."
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The things we say to keep it all flowing smoothly, eh? At what age do we realize that we're right, and humoring the wrong is just, um, wrong?
This brought up a few childhood memories - thanks, Jen.
Blissfully, I don't recall the argument, nor do I recall speculating (or pontificating) on which came first.
So. Which did I say was first, and how did I claim to know?
(Oops! Maybe I'd better retract that last sentence. It sounds too much like Reagan's "What did I know and when did I know it?")
Being wrong and childhood memories?
I remember at age four being permitted to semi-hold (with adult help) my brand new baby sister and listening to adults ooh and ahh over how beautiful she was.
Throughout my childhood I honed other qualities - why compete with that beauty? Well into my adulthood I was envious of females with dark curly hair and brown eyes. I had neither.
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