The rules change

When I was a child, my mother made me take a nap every afternoon so I wouldn't catch polio.

Now I take a nap because I sat down in a chair and my eyes wouldn't stay open.

I used to run for hours hitting a tennis ball.

Now I force myself to walk a mile in less than a half hour.

Once I had to go home at a time set by my mother's iron clad rules.

Now we go home when Kathy runs out of oxygen.

Once the worst thing that could happen if I broke the rules was a spanking, or being grounded.

Now it's a life or death situation.