Don't Slam It

     I've been pondering the barn all day.  Well, more specifically, the barn door.

     Why does the barn have a door in the first place?  Perhaps it is weather related, but I'm not sure.

     Even though I've been really busy, the barn and it's door just would not go away.

     We've all, as adults, parents, grandparents, etc., done this.  Any time a young child went tearing out the door, leaving it open in their wake, we have yelled, "Where you born in a barn?!"

     This usually makes absolutely no sense to said child.  They have no idea what it is we are talking about.

     First, they don't have a clue as to where they were born.  When they figure out how they were born, it usually makes them want to puke.  But as far as where, they could usually care less.

     Maybe kids go flying out the door because they haven't completely forgotten from whence they came.  Maybe they still remember they have a mission.  To them, life is an adventure. Places to go, things to see, stuff to try.  They know no limits.

     The next time this scenario happens, just get up and shut the door yourself.  Whatever you do, don't slam it in their face.