The way my parents raised me...

Some people ask about my upbringing...

Here's an image for you:

One day when I was a child it was a bit rainy.

My parents conferenced with each other on how to occupy myself and my brothers.

What did they come up with?

That we should visit the grave of Robert Frost!

So there my brothers and I were, tromping around Frost's grave, being forced to recite poems as my mother pointed out birch trees and whatnot.

People, is that normal?!

Did anyone else's parents bring them to the graves of dead poets (or the sites of Emily Dickenson, Mark Twain, etc.?) and make them do grave rubbings "just for fun" on rainy days!?