Regimes

I grew up in a world full of rules.
Every waking second of our tiny lives regulated by jesus, and mom and the clock. In that order.
I remember straining my six year old hand to make perfect letters, in perfectly straight lines, exactly one and a half inches from the border of the line-less printer paper we practiced our cursive on. My teacher literally measured with a ruler- our borders. Nuns have nothing  on bored Southern Baptist housewives entertaining classrooms full of tiny regimes of obedient children.


Needless to say, I wasn't one of those obedient ones.