When I was younger, one of my neighbors came over and said he had something important to talk about.
“I have good news,” he said as he waved a piece of paper. “I’ve just signed the neighborhood constitution. It’s going to keep you safe and free. You’re not going to have to worry about a thing, because I’m going to take care of you. Best of all, I’m protecting you against attacks from space aliens.”
I’d never considered the notion that I needed to worry about being attacked by space aliens, but the more I thought about it, well, it seemed like a good idea to have someone protect me from them. And Mr. Madison seemed so sincere, so I figured he must be right.
Not much changed at first. I went on living my life and kept to myself. Every now and then Mr. Madison would tell me that I needed to change something about my house or my yard, but it was no big deal. Mostly I was relieved because the aliens hadn’t attacked.
Mr. Madison couldn’t do all of the protecting and ordering himself, so he deputized members of his family to help out. He only appointed the best, of course, so they had my best interests at heart. That’s what they told me, anyway.

I don’t like to admit this, but recent changes leave me afraid
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
Cancer unexpectedly took Lucy before old age could finish her
A month after my father’s death, it doesn’t feel real that he’s gone
Be very afraid of men (or women) who question your patriotism
Do you know your heart’s desire? Or are you just chasing a mirage?
Taking responsibility for mistakes is foreign concept in many lawsuits
My mother was more impressive than my father led me to believe
THE McELROY ZOO: Meet Munchkin, the dog who vanished without a trace