My mom tells a story about younger me that is so different from the woman that I am today.  I was raised in the country.  Mice were part of our life.  They were in the shadows scampering around.  So, we had mouse traps.  Not the humane traps of modern days.  The traps that snapped when a mouse was in them.  They were loud but effective. The story she tells involves one of these traps.  At around the age of four or five, I spoke my mind freely.  I had not yet acquired the skill of keeping my thoughts to myself.  I was not the type to filter my words.  I…