In Too Deep
If I only knew then, what I know now. I'm sure you've heard your parents say it many times before. You know that talk that they give you when you make a mistake that could have been avoided if only you had used a little common sense. Well, that was my predicament. I was caught in a jam, when in all honesty if I had just used my head a bit, I would never have gotten into trouble. These were the thoughts that ran through my head as I knelt on the ground worrying about my future and what my father was going to do to me.
Wayne Robinson is the name that my parents gave me on that cold winter day on January 26th, 1980. I was too young obviously to remember, but my Dad tells me that it was the biggest snowstorm the city of Des Moines has ever seen.
The city that I was raised in could not be labeled as large, but then again it wasn't the smallest city either. I grew up in the suburbs, the product of the typical television family. My parents were happily married with good jobs. My mother stayed home with my sisters and me until we were all old enough to go to school. I am the oldest of the three of us, and my sisters are only two years younger than I.
I was the classic example of the midwestern boy. I played sports all throughout my grammar, junior, and high school years. I started out playing soccer, then moved on to baseball, and then on to football. The sport I took most interest in was football.
When I wasn't playing a sport, I was busy with my studies. I maintained a 3.90 GPA, and graduated...