Growing-Up Kramer: I had to open my big mouth

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Growing up a Kramer was nothing short of adventureous. My parents were working class folk who always made the best of what they had. They struggled as young parents to raise three rambuncious boys. It was not always easy, my parents were certainly not perfect. But as i raise my own children and look back at he best times we had, I have come to realize something. I wouldn't change a thing. For what ever faults I may have developed along the way, I am happy with me. And me is the Sum results of all my Experiences. Good or bad I am greatful to be Me.

I am a Kramer!

Monday, March 14, 2011

I had to open my big mouth

Ever had that after thought, "If only I had kept my mouth shut." One of the down falls of living an adventurous life is that you tend to have a few "stories" along the way. I guess one of the first things you tend to learn as a parent is that little ears always listen.

We had moved into our new rental in Port Alberni. It was a nice home with a good fenced back yard. We had inherited a trampoline from some friends when they moved and thought it perfect for the kids. On the back of the house was a wood shed with a roof on it that made me instantly think "If I were still young I would be jumping off that roof". Well shortly after we moved in I made the comment that the kids had better not think of jumping off that roof onto the trampoline. I had forgotten that by saying just that it was an open invitation to try it.

Holly's first learning experience as a teenage was that if you don't want Mom and Dad to find out, don't leave the pictures on your camera. Needless to say the invitation was taken with full heart.

I think it turned into more of a competition. It goes with out saying that if you involve everyone, no one can tell on you or they get into trouble too.

I tried a lot of stupid thing and I guess it is just part of growing up. You realize at some point that the reason your parents always knew what you were up to, is because they were up to the same thing. My children will grow to figure out the same lesson.

Being a Dad of four daughters and a son is my greatest adventure to date. I mourn the day they all leave, but look forward to the new adventures to come. And don't worry girls I did not cry when I wrote that last bit.

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Disclaimer

I have to say that these stories are not entirely my own. They belong to my Brothers and countless other friends as well. I was involved and they are told from my own perspective. Looking back now I will endeavour to tell them as accurately as possible. Some of these stories have been told and retold many times and others may be told for the first time here. Anyway the point is, I guess, that though they may seem far fetched at times i will try to be as accurate as possible. I would invite those involved to comment or send suggestions or other points of view when they can. Well enough of that, lets get on with the current story.