airing mon uow i must've been about fourteen, i can't remember what we were fighting about, something i don't know, i remember sitting under the tree of my vancouver yard, and my father getting angry and ordering me, and me refusing to obey, which angered him more, when he started towards me, i started screaming don't you dare hit me...(etc.), and our guest at the time peeked his eyes out the blind of our front living room window, and our neighbour across the road stirred himself near the curb, and i felt guilty for causing a scene,... but somehow relieved it was exposed. later on i got chastised, for 'airing the dirty laundry' 050225 what's it to you? who go blather from