The best part was the creative distractions he'd draw, waiting for me at each wrong turn: bullies with frowny faces, bottles with skull and crossbones on their labels (either poison or, heaven forbid, alcohol), a cache of weapons (guns with smoking barrels, knives, etc.) and cigarettes (or as Dad taught us to call them, "stinky butts," incidentally the only context in which we were allowed to say "butt"). He cleverly incorporated life lessons into these homemade activities, and I subconsciously learned to make wise choices all while having fun. Teaching moments weren't wasted in our household.
I remembered these drawings last night. I was wondering how to reach a specific goal, and the things that keep me from getting there. This format of Dad's came to mind, so I made a maze of my own. I couldn't fit it all into one JPEG in Microsoft's Paint program, so I'll just show the individual "paintings" I made.
We'll call it "Emily reads a book from start to finish."
(Drawings inspired by Hyperbole and a Half).
Starting point: Me!
End point: reading all the way to the end.
But mostly just distractions.
Will I make it?