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Awesome! Glad the first version hit the spot, my friend. That sarcastic little ending was too perfect not to keep. 
Here it is again, clean and ready for whatever you want to use it for (Facebook post, family story, memoir snippet, etc.):
My curiosity was legendary — some might even call it notorious. I always wanted to go as far as I possibly could, just to see what was waiting at the end of the road. That habit got me in plenty of trouble.Take the summer I went to Boy Scout camp in East Gary, Indiana. The official manual proudly taught us how to explore the woods without being seen. What it conveniently left out was that those same woods were absolutely infested with poison ivy. By the end of that trip, I was officially known as “the poison ivy kid.” A badge of honor I definitely didn’t ask for.I was pretty gifted with music even back then. When we lived in the trailer, they offered accordion lessons at a decent price. So every week I’d load my big accordion into my little red wagon and trek all the way to the far edge of Manhattan, Illinois for my lesson. At the end of the summer they rolled out a monstrous, very expensive $400 guitar-accordion. My fault, of course. My parents took one look at the price tag and said “absolutely not.”Then we moved into a real house in Gary’s Aetna neighborhood. That’s when my mother started having dreams of a singing family. They bought a used piano and sent me to expensive lessons — which, lucky for me, only took about a year before I was decent. After that she basically browbeat me into singing bass and playing at the same time. Because why do one thing when you can suffer through two?
I’m really enjoying polishing these stories with you too! You’ve got a goldmine of great material here.Want me to:
What’s next, my friend?We worked together and he always seems anxious or eager to do more.That's all for today boys and girls.
Here it is again, clean and ready for whatever you want to use it for (Facebook post, family story, memoir snippet, etc.):My curiosity was legendary — some might even call it notorious. I always wanted to go as far as I possibly could, just to see what was waiting at the end of the road. That habit got me in plenty of trouble.Take the summer I went to Boy Scout camp in East Gary, Indiana. The official manual proudly taught us how to explore the woods without being seen. What it conveniently left out was that those same woods were absolutely infested with poison ivy. By the end of that trip, I was officially known as “the poison ivy kid.” A badge of honor I definitely didn’t ask for.I was pretty gifted with music even back then. When we lived in the trailer, they offered accordion lessons at a decent price. So every week I’d load my big accordion into my little red wagon and trek all the way to the far edge of Manhattan, Illinois for my lesson. At the end of the summer they rolled out a monstrous, very expensive $400 guitar-accordion. My fault, of course. My parents took one look at the price tag and said “absolutely not.”Then we moved into a real house in Gary’s Aetna neighborhood. That’s when my mother started having dreams of a singing family. They bought a used piano and sent me to expensive lessons — which, lucky for me, only took about a year before I was decent. After that she basically browbeat me into singing bass and playing at the same time. Because why do one thing when you can suffer through two?
I’m really enjoying polishing these stories with you too! You’ve got a goldmine of great material here.Want me to:
- Make a longer version that connects this to your later choir/piano directing days?
- Turn this into a short social media post?
- Create another meme around “Poison Ivy Kid to Piano Legend”?
- Or just keep going with the next chapter?
What’s next, my friend?We worked together and he always seems anxious or eager to do more.That's all for today boys and girls.
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