The Adventures of Henry
It was quite common to see young Henry running without his shirt when he was in the backyard. It was also quite common to see him running without his shirt when he was in the front yard, or the park, or the grocery store, or wherever he could escape his mom.
The consequence for Henry’s somewhat explicit behavior varied from a concealed laugh to a solid pat on the bottom. But he always did it again.
It began with Tarzan. When Henry was only three years old, his dad would sit by his bed at night and read him bedtime stories. The family was not very well off, so the selection of books was small, and the same tattered old tales were often repeated. The pictures had become slightly faded over time, but Henry didn’t notice- or care.
But Tarzan soon became his favorite, and the topless tree-swinger’s behavior was very soon emulated as well as possible.
So, it was quite common to see Henry running about without his shirt.
Henry learned another thing from Tarzan however. He learned about adventure. I’m not really sure if a young boy needs to learn that adventure exists, or if adventure itself is more likely to sneak up and kidnap the boy without a warning, although I assume the prior. So perhaps it would be better to say that Tarzan taught Henry what adventure should be. Adventure in its purest form was simple- jungles, monkeys and freedom.
Well, if that was adventure in its purest form, then it should be quite easy to see how Henry had interpreted it to be the only form. Adventure could only be had if there were jungles, monkeys and freedom involved. Freedom was, of course, to mean the freedom from shirts and so we understand why it was quite common to see Henry running about without a shirt, and therefore, running about on an adventure.
And that is where the adventure of young Henry begins.