The Curse Of Boredom

When I was six, we made cards for our art project. I guess I didn’t get to finish mine in time. The outside was all done with, “To my pretty mommy. I love you,” with rainbows, hearts, and flowers.

Later, I was bored in class and decided to practice writing curse words. The nearest blank paper was the inside of this card. I later tucked it away in my folder and promptly forgot about it.

Forty years later, I can still see the look on my mom’s face when she was going through my school papers and happened upon this card. She smiled as she read out the sweet message on the front. That quickly turned into a look of horror as she saw that her beautiful six-year-old daughter had filled the inside with “f***”, “d***”, “s***”, and “a**” as many times as possible.