Though daddy may have been a PITA, I was apparently quite the little shit when I was little. I was always outsmarting Mom and Dad and finding brand new ways to get in trouble or annoy the living hell out of them.

One example is tendency to always lock them out of my room. I’m not sure why I did it, but it drove Dad especially insane. He figured he could just reverse the knob on my door, but was afraid that I would figure out how to lock him in there! Instead, he used almost an entire role of packing tape to tape a small plastic baby bottle cap over the lock button on the knob. It was pretty ridiculous, and it was not easy to remove when it came time to sell the Winding Creek house.

Another example of my little shit tendencies was pretty bizarre. Every time I walked by the computer, I would turn off the chassis box if it was on. I have no idea why I did this. I think it was either the ambient noise the old computer made or the green light that blinked when it was on that bothered me. I was a weird kid. Anyways, I would simply push the power button instead of properly shutting down the computer which was not very good for the system. It drove dad nuts, and no matter how many times he told me not to do it, I kept on turning the computer off. He engineered several contraptions to keep me from accessing the power button, including signs, blockades, etc., but I persisted. Ultimately, he ended up using velcro to affix a thick sheet of professional-grade plastic over the front of each computer so I couldn’t access the button.  I guess I was just a little shit!