Yesterday, I had a nice breakfast with my daughter. I had been very tempted to tell her about a lot of what went on between her mother and I when she was very young, but instead I just told her that there were a lot reasons why we didn't get along that had to do with positive and negative things in both of us.

I also told her about the few months at my first job out of college. The job was twenty-five miles away from my home, over some reasonably steep hills, and I didn't have a car or even a driver's license at the time. To get to work, I rode my bicycle 15 miles each morning, then caught a bus that drove me another ten, then walked a mile up a steep hill. For about two months I was leaving for work at quarter to six in the morning and getting home slightly after seven in the evening.

The one reward for putting up with that is that I'll never have to take crap from a kid of mine about how hard things are for them. *grin*