I Confess: I'm A Drag Queen....!

"I've talked and given many talks to young adults and their parents about the different in kids today and how it relates to when I was a kid.
Each generation claims it's one style of parenting and discipline. While my grandparents ways have become outdated and old fashioned and
parents today have come somewhat new aged and liberal. Is it fair to say one style of parenting and disciplining as a whole is better than another style?
One might look at the word back in the day, and then look at it today wonder. Realistically subjects of all generations line the walls or prison. There are perpetrators in our schools, work places and churches of all ages. Children brought up in the same home with the same parents flourish AND fail. Even the most perfect of parents has lost children to the world. And some of those lost worldly children have found themselves. Some never will. Some were never lost.
I would be one of those who become lost from time to time. Sometimes I still have lost moments. What helps me is being a drag queen.
That's right I said " I AM A DRAG QUEEN. No offense to those who choose this as a profession or way of life, props to ya!
I was a different sort of a Drag Queen.
I was dragged to church on Sundays and during the week for various other activities. I was dragged to family gatherings even if there was family feuding and kissing Aunts and stuck up cousins.
I was dragged by the ear when back talking or being disrespectful to my elders. I was dragged to the "woodshed" when I told lies, got bad grades, disobeyed, shoplifted and disrupted class, then dragged back to the store, or to the teacher to apologize for such behavior.

I was dragged to the bathroom to suck on a bar of soap when profanity slipped out. I was dragged outside to "police" the yard by pulling weeds, picking up trash, cutting the grass and raking leaves, then dragged to various other places in the neighborhood or community to help the old, sick, poor, lonely and other who could benefit from my free time and good will. Had I taken money for this service I would have been dragged back to the "woodshed."
As children we rarely appreciate our parents efforts in trying to prepare us for the world. And teenagers we Definitely don't appreciate it and as a community we ignore the underlying problems of those who aren't fortunate to have parents who aren't able to or don't prepare them for whatever reason.
There was no guarantee that me, being a drag queen, was goin to solidify my place as a golden law abiding citizen in my community. At some point, knowing and recognizing right from wrong became an adult decision I had to make. Being a drag queen definetley helped. There were times when the queen layed dormant within me and other times when "The Queen" came out like a stark raving lunatic. I'm grateful for those experiences provided by my parents to give me the option of having the battles between my mind and "The Queen" to decide what kind of citizen I will be."