You Can't Blame That on Me

For me, it was a small misunderstanding, but for my mom, she has always thought I deliberately spit on the kitchen floor. I did not spit on the floor.

We were living up in the panhandle, on the Tom Taylor ranch, where Dad worked. I was about four years old.

The day was warm. Dad and Tom were outside, in the shade of a big old tree. They were sitting on...