I was at the feed store with my daddy on my 8th birthday. I had just picked out
a pocket knife for my gift. They let me have it while my dad put in his order
for feed and other supplies. I wandered to the back where the feed was loaded.
A wonderful kind dark-skinned man, that had known me for years, loaded the
feed and while he waited for the next order, he carved on his walking stick. He
was loading when I wandered back and felt the call to test my new knife. I sat
down and started carving on his stick. My dad came back and saw me about
the time the loader did. He spoke first, and it suddenly struck me what I had done.
"Well," he said, "That's a mighty fine carving, little miss."
I apologized for not asking permission because I knew that is what my father
would request. He said no problem because I was an artist and welcome to carve
on his stick every time I visited the store. I still felt bad for not asking permission.
a pocket knife for my gift. They let me have it while my dad put in his order
for feed and other supplies. I wandered to the back where the feed was loaded.
A wonderful kind dark-skinned man, that had known me for years, loaded the
feed and while he waited for the next order, he carved on his walking stick. He
was loading when I wandered back and felt the call to test my new knife. I sat
down and started carving on his stick. My dad came back and saw me about
the time the loader did. He spoke first, and it suddenly struck me what I had done.
"Well," he said, "That's a mighty fine carving, little miss."
I apologized for not asking permission because I knew that is what my father
would request. He said no problem because I was an artist and welcome to carve
on his stick every time I visited the store. I still felt bad for not asking permission.