Silence is golden.

My mom used to say that to me when I was a child. I would be running around the house, screaming at the top of my lungs and she would smack me and say something like," Settle down you maniac, stop making such racket, remember, silence is golden". To this day I am baffled by this series of words. How odd parents are. My mom would get my hopes up, I would settle down and think, "Golden? I shall be silent then and, when I get my gold, I will buy my own place and make all the noise I want. Also, there will be no wooden spoons in my place, so when my mom visits, she doesn't have anything to smack me with". I would be silent for minutes at a time yet no gold would come. I tried several approaches to this idea. I even went as far as visiting a kid in my school that was a deaf mute. I was sure, if silence were truly golden, this kid would be swimming in a money bin, reminiscent of Scrooge McDucks. But, to my chagrin, he was poor as well, in fact, it seemed that his family had less money than mine. That made no sense to me, I needed to find more information, I also needed to go find a rich person. There was a girl in my school that was one of the loudest, most irritating blab machines you could imagine and she always bragged about her daddies money. That seemed odd to me, "if silence is golden, how can she be rich? " I needed to find out, so I went in search of her home. I never found it. I grew up in a very small town and this girl walked to school, so she must have lived close by but I never found her house. I was concerned about this and very confused until one fateful day, I flipped on my TV and watched the film,"Darby O'Gill and the Little People". Silence is not golden, you just need to be quiet in order to sneak up on leprechauns, once you capture one you cam wish for gold. As for the mystery girl and her elusive home. She didn't have one, she was a Banshee. A young and temperamental one at that. She was obviously protecting the pot o' gold somewhere in my home town. Years later I would disprove my own theory when, at a high school party, I tried to banish her to the netherworld using a Bic lighter and two pints of crushed garlic. She wasn't a banshee, just a bitch. Anyway, live and learn I guess.