The story of how you became the coolest, funniest, most creative person in your house was one of the most memorable, frustrating, and rewarding experiences in the entire world.
We’ve all done it.
In my case, it started with a story about the creepy clown in my basement, but it also began when I realized how much I liked it.
When I went into my basement one day in 2012 to pick up some paint for a project, I thought about how my basement had a clown in there, and I thought, Oh my god, I don’t want to wake my dad or anyone else in the house.
I kept thinking about it until I had finished painting the basement.
The next morning, I woke up to a phone call from my father.
I knew exactly what had happened.
“I just went down there to paint,” he said.
“There’s a clown sitting in the basement and he just wanted to play.
So I went and grabbed the paint and he went away.”
I didn’t want him to know about it, but I also didn’t know if I was going to have to explain it.
I wanted him to think that I was super brave and creative, and it didn’t take long for him to get excited.
He called me later that day to ask how he could help.
When I told him about the prank, he immediately started texting me and calling me.
I told myself that he could just call me.
A few weeks later, I had a chance to meet him again.
I was excited to have a chance for a conversation with him.
I had a very similar story about how I became the most creative and coolest person in my house.
My father, a writer, is a very introverted guy, and he doesn’t like talking about himself.
I didn, too.
I felt very alone in the room with him, and at first, he was super nice.
But then one day, we were talking about the same topic and he told me that he’d been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s.
He said he didn’t even know he had it, and that he was in the hospital for six months to help his family with their insurance costs.
After a few weeks of him being in the same room as me, he told his mom, “Mom, I’m not sure I want to tell you this, but my sister has Alzheimer’s.”
My mother was so excited and was just as excited as I was.
At first, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to tell my mom.
But as we talked about it more, she became more and more upset with the fact that she couldn’t talk about her sister, and she was afraid that she’d be embarrassed.
So I started crying.
I remember the first thing I said was, “My mother, my sister, she’s really upset.”
She just started crying because she didn’t think that my dad would be okay with this.
We were both so relieved.
She didn’t seem to care about me at all.
Then I started telling her about the story about that clown, and then about the other things that had happened to my dad and how he felt.
Later that day, he texted me.
“I’m so sorry,” he wrote.
“You were so funny, and now you’re in the emergency room with Alzheimer.
It’s not funny.”
I told him that I’d just made a joke about my dad, and when I told my dad about that, he laughed.
That was the moment that started a new story.
It took me years to figure out that I had ADHD, and one day I realized that the thing I needed to change was my house, and my relationship with my father, because he was such a great person.
As I was growing up, I would read about the ADHD-related health issues.
I had my doctor write me prescriptions for ADHD medications, and they were the only ones that I could get because my doctor told me it was dangerous to be taking these medications.
I thought that maybe if I could change the way my father was around me, maybe my dad wouldn’t have to worry about anything.
One day, I was sitting in a classroom, and all of a sudden, I heard my father scream in the background.
I could hear the sounds of him banging on the wall, but the moment was too quick to hear.
He yelled, “Help me!” and I heard his footsteps in the distance.
I jumped down from my desk and ran towards him.
I ran to his house and tried to make my way to him, but there was no way to get to him.
My father was gone, and nothing was getting to him yet.
Now, I think about how much it hurts to be in that situation every day.
It really does.
What do you