Month
January 1990
4 entries
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Monday, January 1, 1990 · Don Krumpos
I remember a moment — vague around the edges, but bright in the center — when
I remember a moment — vague around the edges, but bright in the center — when I realized that adults weren’t omniscient. That their confidence didn’t equal truth. That certainty could be its own kind of ignorance. It wasn’t dramatic.…
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Monday, January 1, 1990 · Don Krumpos
Years later, when I rediscovered art — after the toys, after the debt, after
Years later, when I rediscovered art — after the toys, after the debt, after the first big unraveling — it felt like oxygen. Not expression. Not rebellion. Oxygen. Drawing again felt like remembering my native language. I realized then that…
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Monday, January 1, 1990 · Don Krumpos
I grew up believing the adults always knew best. That questioning was rebellion.
I grew up believing the adults always knew best. That questioning was rebellion. That obedience was virtue. College wasn’t framed as exploration — it was framed as protection from sin. Art wasn’t framed as truth — it was framed as…
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Monday, January 1, 1990 · Don Krumpos
Youth group was my kingdom for a while.
Youth group was my kingdom for a while. 1990 to 1993, I was in deep: Bible studies, retreats, lock-ins, mission trips. Pastor Scott saw something in me and made space for it — I became an informal leader, the kid…