When I was growing up, mom used to threaten to “send me to live with the gypsies” when I was bad.  I think it was meant to instill fear and make me behave.  Instead, it gave me a new reason to misbehave–in my mind, gypsies wore bright clothes and loud jewelry, lived without rules, and stayed in tents.  The idea of being sent to live with the gypsies was pretty intriguing.  Now, as an adult, I still find myself wondering what it would be like to live with the gypsies.  Maybe if I get into enough trouble, I’ll find out!


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