Soft Putty No Reason For Alarm

Willy Holt
MDI Contributor

I remember a time when I was about 10 years old.

They put a new classroom window in at my elementary school. And all around the new window was putty, nice fresh putty.

So of course, what are you supposed to do with that? Well sure, I wrote my name in it.

Pretty soon my mom got a call from the principal of the school telling her about me writing my name in the fresh putty.

My mom asked the principal if I had broken anything.

“No,” said the principal.

My mom asked if I had done any real damage.


She asked if I had hurt anybody.


The principal said my name was in the fresh putty.

“So what,” my Mom said. “Good; his name will be there for a long time to come. You can always remember him.”

I appreciated my mom having my back and supporting her son who hadn’t destroyed anything or hurt anybody, but mainly made my mark.

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