"Troy! Give her back those scissors, this instant!"

In grade primary I learned about sharing. I was never good at sharing with kids when I was very very young. I learned what it really meant by example, in watching the people close to me; seeing what friendship and generosity and kindness and compassion were all about. I've gotten much better over the years at being generous with material things; I like my things and I lust for material possessions, but I don't mind sharing them. Not so with myself. I've always been very greedy with myself. I don't like giving any of me away. It's difficult to draw a line showing exactly what I mean, but I see it every so often and decide quite often not to cross it. It's really difficult when I trip over it. I guess that everyone needs to stumble now and then, otherwise you never learn to walk.