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I keep getting "new" memories. They're not exactly new, just looooooooong buried. The other night it was about a lock-in. A friend was in town for a regional youth gathering at church, and I really wanted to go. I had been sick, and it was pushing it since I was barely feeling better (if at all, I often just powered through illness out of necessity). My father was furious I'd think about exposing other children who may have grandparents to an illness. I went, didn't sleep (typical high school lock-in), and was punished by being kept up all the next day to do an endless list of chores. The idea was if I was well enough to go, I was well enough to be working.