Good Boys Can Be Bad

William Pratt-Johnson

I recall my parents as grown ups in all my memories of them. Logic tells me that once upon a time they were children. All the fairy tales I was told as a child started with once upon a time and in a way I believed them too. Were my parents really ever children? Just in case my children and grand children think the same as I did, I am writing down these true stories from my past as best I can remember them. Humorous short stories about growing up in mid 1920s India.