You could have cut the air with a knife

I used to be quite volatile but Mum was a sulker.  Sometimes I would come home from school and you could literally cut the air with a knife.  I must have done something but usually had no idea where I had transgressed.  This atmosphere usually hung around for a day or two.  Oh she did speak, "Teas ready," "Time for bed." Time to get up."  She managed to take her sulking to greater heights when I started to go out with some of the lads from my work.  I would bounce in and tell her I was going out and she would stop speaking.  This usually went on for about three weeks.  By the time she was ready to speak again I would have another date and so on and on it went.  I have worked out that probably she only spoke to me for three or months out of the whole year.  I must be fair and say that I had an extremely bad temper which flared up every few months.  It was a real whiz banger.    This usually meant that she would not speak to me and I would have a sore throat from yelling so much.  I am pleased that now I have reached pre-senility I am extremely mellow.  Don't knock pre-senility folks it is great.  I am not the girl I was and thank goodness for that.  It is a pity that I couldn't be mellow but be young again.  Yes that is just about right.  I would like to know then what I know now and still be a calm and sunny youngster.  This is Woulda Coulda Shoulda Land.  Toooooooooooo late!