I can’t sing

Mom and dad put us in the church choir, when I was a kid, and had no say in the matter. I did not want to be in the church choir. I think it might have been my first act of true rebellion. I sang wrong on purpose.

Dad told me if I did not stop the fooling around, my voice would stay that way. He was right. I do not sing well.

Mom told me if I made faces, it would stay that way.