Sunday, June 3, 2012
Growing up my all time favorite word had to be: Don't. Don't go past here. Don't swim here. Don't jump. Don't walk on grass. Don't read this. Don't miss Mass. Don't be late. Don't touch.
I can pretty much guarantee you, that if our gang ever came across a sign like this, (and we did, often), we'd try with all our physical powers to open said door. Mind you, I never used the words: smash, destroy, annihilate. All I said was open. Sometimes all that was needed was an extra nudge or a well placed, gentle kick. Beyond gates, locks, knobs, handles like this one, padlocks were another issue. We weren't too successful, but we didn't lack for trying. And when a door, to our surprise, suddenly flung open, what did we do? We went in, looked around, wondered why the sign Keep Out was posted on the entryway, closed it behind us and went upon our merry way. We weren't a destructive lot, you see, but wicked inquisitive.
I still have a dislike for that word. Don't get me wrong.
ps. Let me wager you this. Today, someone who has never read my blog will set eyes on this thumbnail and words Keep OUT and will be driven by some 'force inside them' to open and read. Yup, pretty powerful stuff those words: Don't and Keep Out!