Don't Break the Rules
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Sorry I've been MIA for a while! I've been incredibly busy with school and stuff in my personal life, but I'm back! I hope you enjoy this story, because I really enjoyed writing it!

**Warning: Contains themes of homophobia which may be triggering to some readers**

Don't Break the Rules

Don't run in the hallway

Don't chew with your mouth open

Don't drive over the speed limit

Don't kiss another boy

Those were all rules

I broke the first one on my first day of kindergarten

"Don't run in the hallway" The teacher shouted at me

I heard her, I did

But I didn't really care

The feeling of sprinting down a long, smooth corridor in my brand new tennis shoes was too glorious to give up

It was even worth the five minutes I spent during recess sitting on the "cool down" bench

Ms. Matterson tried to explain to me that the rule was important so I wouldn't get hurt

But to a five year old, what did hurt mean?

A skinned knee, maybe

I was too young to imagine any worse pain than that

But I wanted to play kickball with my friends

So I just nodded at everything she said, and slowly and carefully walked away once she said I could go

Before sprinting to the kickball diamond the moment her back was turned

The "don't chew with your mouth open" rule was one I broke all the time

My mom hated it

She'd yell at me "Bradley, nobody wants to see your food!"

It wasn't until she made me eat in front of a mirror that I realized I didn't really want to see it either

But I still got satisfaction out of crunching chips as loudly as I could from the comfort of my own room, where nobody could see me

I still do that, actually

That's why my bed is always lightly dusted with potato chip crumbs

The "don't drive over the speed limit" rule was arguably a good one

But at 16 with a freshly printed drivers license, I didn't pay it much attention

Flying down a back road with all my friends in the back, shouting and laughing and screaming at the stars was a feeling of freedom that I hadn't felt since Kindergarten

The $150 speeding ticket I got one night, though, ruined the magic

It wasn't the same driving a lame 45 miles an hour with everyone excited for the destination, not the drive

The last rule was an unspoken one, one that I'd never been told but always been expected to know anyway

"Boys don't kiss boys"

I was 17 when I broke that rule

It was at a party I was too far young to be at

With a boy who was far too young to be as drunk as he was

He told me my eyes were pretty, and I told him he had a beautiful smile

We ended up in the bushes outside, neither really understanding what was happening

But enjoying the cold air on our hot bodies, the softness of our mouths pressing together,

And the feeling of total freedom of not having to hide who I was

Was too euphoric to stop

I got in trouble for breaking that rule, too

Some kids at school found out, and decided that they should administer my punishment

And that punishment wasn't the cool down bench, or a mirror, or a fine

It was two black eyes and a cracked rib, behind the school

It was walking down the hallway with the weight of everyone's eyes on me, but not meeting mine

It was my dad shaking his head and refusing to acknowledge that it wasn't some drunken mistake

It was not seeing Kyle again, because we were too afraid

I was 21 years old when I learned that not all rules should be followed

When I met a man named Charlie

Who drove his car too fast,

And had so much to say that he couldn't help but speak around his food,

And kissed me so softly that I forgot about the way a fist can split your lip

So we wrote our own rules

That we would treat others with kindness, no matter their differences

That we would take risks and dream big, because we only had one life

And that we would love each other, always

(That part was in our wedding vows)

And when I kissed my husband for the first time,

My dad was right there in the front row

Clapping

With tears in his eyes

And when my son, Sam, was born, my dad taught us how to be dads

How to teach our boy to follow the rules that would keep him safe,

But give him the confidence to fight against the rules that aren't right

And when Sam got his first speeding ticket,

My dad laughed, and told him

"You're just like your father. He's always been a rule breaker."

And looking at my family, and my husband, all I could do was smile and nod

I may be a rule breaker

But like they say, some rules are meant to be broken

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