Looking back the picture ain't what it used to be

While growing up my mom kept a log of stories about the three of us kids - my brother, sister and me. Many of the stories recall trips to the ER, running wildly through stores, general misbehavior, broken things, etc. Years ago I thought of these stories as funny, amusing. Today I realize they capture the story of a home that was out of control and lacking proper limits. Sad.