On May 27th 1969 I think the great heavens above breathed a sigh of relief as I was promptly shoved into a body and sent here to Earth. Now that I’m 40 years old and have experience as a father myself, I’m pretty sure my personality in Heaven drove my family there to the verge of insanity. They couldn’t wait to have at least a tiny break from the teasing, the opinions on everything and the constant chasing of my future wife Kathilynn to get a kiss.
I’m not so sure about that last part, but I chase her all the time now, so it tends to reason.
My religion teaches me that our lives in Heaven before we came here [Earth] were very similar; with close family associations and personalities such as we have here. That’s incredible in one respect, but it gets me wondering: how much trouble was I in up there?
I have a hard time imagining my Father in Heaven running behind me while I marked up the clouds with a stray black bull nib screaming “THAT’S IT! I’M COUNTING TO FIVE YOUNG MAN!”
The more I think about it, the more I start wondering if Father in Heaven is bald. The stress I caused had to be horrible.
So I was sent to Earth and was born in Oakland California to Daniel and Rosina Buckley.
…who unfortunately had no idea what they were in for.
Good thing we’re all born [relatively] cute.
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