Thursday, January 14, 2010
Max was asking me about America the other day, about our history. In my limited capacity (and relying heavily on a small library of blockbuster movies I've seen) I explained on a first-grade-appropriate level that we used to be part of England, but that we broke away because they were taking our money in taxes and taking away our rights. I told him that we had to fight a war against them to be free to do whatever we wanted; to make our own rules and choices.
"So that's what 'freedom' is?" he asked.
"Yep. It means we can choose to think and do and believe whatever we want and that's something very special about America."
"I don't get it," he said.
"What don't you get?"
"If America is free, then why are you always telling me what to do?"