Waste a wish



 

It all started in 1982 when I was 6 years old.
I got into trouble and had to take a halfhour timeout. I remember thinking a half-hour meant an hour and a half, figuring that "half" was in addition to the hour. So when I sat down on the couch to do my stretch of time, I knew I was in for a long haul.
The first five minutes of my sentence was torture. After 15 minutes, I was convinced I'd be old and gray before my time-out expired. Each minute felt like a decade, ev...

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