Sunday, August 27, 2006

The art of Hanging Out

What do you say when someone decides you should talk all about the 37 years of your life; ready, set, go!

uhhhhhhhhhhhhh....

I was the only five year old in kindergarten who was afraid to sit on Santas lap, so I hid in the cubby closet and cried. He was big, and loud and I was very small and shy.



I did manage to graduate from kindergarten though, despite my santa induced terror.


I had ducks, bunnies, guniea pigs and cats as pets.



I also had a big brother. He was more of a pest than a pet. He could skateboard, and had a huge bike, both of which I used to borrow ( and crash) when he wasn't around.



I was a ballerina.


And a cowgirl.


And umm, a leaf monster.


I guess that about covers it. And you?

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