Writer's Cramp Entry 398 Words
|"Son, we're proud of you, but it's time you make a decision. The last four years flew by and now look at you - valedictorian of your class and ready to strike out on your own. I think you're smart enough to make the right decision, if you know what I mean."
Dad, jabbed me in the ribs while singing, "From the halls of Montezuma, to the shores of Tripoli." Retired from the Marines, dad's goal was to have another "Richards" man signed up. From the moment I received my eigth grade diploma the pressure started. I didn't have the nerve to tell him that I didn't want to be like him. Hard-nosed and hard to please, nothing I did was right. His greatest pleasure seemed to be pointing out my mistakes and saying, "Boy, all you need is the Marines, they'll straightened you out. " Now that I had graduated, he softened up a bit, talking about being proud of me. After four years of drilling me on the Marines, I knew his pride would disappear if I didn't enlist.
When I look back, I didn't realize how my graduation from junior high would affect the next four years of my life. That's the year my mom started in on me. Retired from the Air Force and more organized than dad she flooded me with information, even rented Air Force movies, all the while telling me to join up. But she did borrow one of dad's tactics - singing. Her tune the Air Force song, "Off we go into the wild blue yonder."
Yesterday, I left the house to take a walk. Just to get away cleared my mind. At the breakfast table, my parents started arguing about my future. When I left, they were facing each other screaming the songs of Montzeuma and wild blue yonder. I couldn't stand it anymore.
Another pivotal point in my life happened yesterday afternoon. I finally made a decision about my future. I'm ready to face my parents and let them know that they lost the battle. In the future I do plan to enlist, Navy is my choice, but for now there is something else I need to do. When I return home I will sing MY song - "Imagine" by John Lennon. Maybe, they will stop fighting long enough to listen. If so, I will tell them I joined the Peace Corps.
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