Childhood Memories!

:angelic: There's nothing more I think aboutis my childhood! I am thinking about how I'll be in HS and in 4 years be in college. I am so scared to leave those memories behind. I have so many there is too many to think of! I wanna post this poem to inspire anyone who wants to grow up, but will miss there childhood! Dedicated to Melissa, she's not on the board, but I love dancing with that girl for the last 12 years!

Be a kid again...
- Dot all your "i"s with smiley faces.
- Sing into your hairbrush.
- Grow a milk mustache.
- Read the funnies; throw the rest of the paper away.
- Dunk your cookies.
- Step carefully over sidewalk cracks.
- Try to get someone to trade you a better sandwich.
- Give someone a hug around the neck.
- Blow the wrapper off a straw.
- Refuse to eat crusts.
- Make a face the next time somebody tells you "No."
- Ask "Why?" a lot.
- Have someone read you a story.
- Wear your favorite shirt with your favorite pants even if they
don't match.
- Eat dessert first.
- Say "duh" when stuff is obvious.
- Put an orange slice in your mouth, peel side out, and smile at people.
- Innocently say your prayers.
- Ride a roller coaster two times in a row.
- Run through the sprinkler with all your clothes on.
- Lick all the cream out of an Oreo before you eat the cookie part.
- Eat just the chocolate stripe out of your Neapolitan ice cream.
- Start thinking now about what you want for your next birthday.
- Lie on your back in a field and look at pictures in the clouds.
 
- Lick all the cream out of an Oreo before you eat the cookie part.
- Eat just the chocolate stripe out of your Neapolitan ice cream.

I still do that! LOL! Very cute!
 
So do I. :smiley: hehehe
when i was littler. we would go to my Grandmas for summer vacation and she lived my a bigggg lake so me and my sisters and brother would eat Ice cream on the shore while my parents sat on the deck talking to my Grandma. I would always eat the bottom of the cone first then have all the Ice cream drip all over me! :smiley: LMAO
 
one thing my mom told me was that when i was young, there was this rather overweight woman, and i said "Mommy! Why is that lady so fat?" hehe
 
lol my brothers injured me so much when i was a kid!...I wrote a really bad essay on how my brothers beat the felgercarb out of me....maybe i'll post it...it sucks though...im the worst writer!...but it explains a lot of reasons why i am the way i am now lol...
 
lol my sister jumpewd intot he pool when i ws under her and her teeth went into my head. I had to get eight stitches. I was just happy they decided they did not need to shave my head. That would have been too traumatic i love my hair always have lol
 
My best friend and I used to bury dead birds under her pine trees. We'd make a little memorial service and everything. We also used to find any seeds or whatever we could in the woods, and put them in her tire swing. In the spring we'd find little flowers!!

I'm going away to college in the fall, and while I'm really excited, it's freaky at the same time. I won't be at home to go trick-or-treating (yes... I still go... you're never too old for free candy!! :P ), or my birthday, and I'm dreading the first time I won't be able to go home for a holiday. Oh dear... the trials and tribulations we must suffer through to grow older (and wiser, I hope!! ;) )......
 
I have many funny memories of my child hood many and if you all dont mind I would love to share a few right now. then maybe more later.

This one time me and My older sister we're playing in the back yard and she was suppose to be baby sitting me, but turned away and I walked off into the neighbors yard and feel asleep in their dogs dog house. They finally found me after 3 hours of looking.
Then one time I asked this guy why he had a cat on his head. ( the guy had a wig on that was really funky) Know I dont remember any of these things I was told by people older then me so well I deny it! :smiley:
 
I was the youngest of three kids. I had 2 brothers named Kent and Tyler.
Kent was the oldest. They were my big brothers so naturally I thought they were so cool because they could roller blade, play sports, and stay up late. All of the things I couldn’t do.

Growing up was quite an adventure for my brothers and me. I used to follow those guys everywhere, even though every other time, a hospital trip was involved. That didn’t matter to me. I still wanted to be with them all the time. I’m sure they hated it.

I believe my first injury from them was when I was six months old. My oldest brother, Kent, was throwing me onto the couch. He was trying to be nice and play with me, and I was laughing and having a great time until an extra hard bounce caused me to roll into a marble coffee table. My arm was broken. The game wasn’t so fun anymore. Now my brother (being the brilliant person that he is at 9 years old) decided to call my other brother into the room to laugh at the odd way in which my bone was sticking out before telling Mom and Dad. What a time for Kent to try and bond with his little brother.

Six months later my brothers were at it again. They thought it would be funny to make me cry by sticking my hand in a cup of bubbling hot chocolate. When they took my hand out, it began to swell to the size of a large cantaloupe. My hand was one monstrous blister. My brothers tried to pop my hand, but it didn’t work.

When I was five years old my devious older brothers told me that I could fly if I jumped off the roof. One day I decided to try. I rubbed my hands together, bent my knees and took off spread eagle into the air. About three and a half seconds later I was on the ground clutching my broken wrist.

My seventh year of life was filled with the most injuries. My brothers broke my nose twice. The first time Tyler just flicked it in the car to be funny, and it broke. The second time he threw a stick into my bicycle while I was riding, and I got launched into a stone garden fountain.

I was also target practice for the potato gun they built. They strapped me to a tree with duct tape then across my chest they made a masking tape X. As it turns out, my brother was a pretty good shot. That spud broke three of my ribs.

That same year they put spiders in my bed, chased me around with butcher knives to torture me when Mom and Dad were gone, forced me to worms, cut my hair into a Mohawk while I was sleeping, made me stand on my head and “bock” like a chicken, and they convinced me that I murdered the family dog.

The next two years weren’t much better. I broke my arm yet again because they pushed me out of a tree. I was set on fire twice as well. They left me to drown in a creek by our house, and I broke my leg after being shoved down seven flights of stairs in a hotel. I kind of asked for that one though; I mooned them.
When we used to go fishing the boys had a game lovingly referred to as “stick the fish hooks in Monica.” They would throw the fishhooks at me and try to get them caught in different parts of my body. I believe my nostrils were worth ten points, my lip was five points, arms were four points, legs were 3, and any part of my stomach was two points. The big jackpot was my ears; a whopping twenty points! When the game rules were first established they didn’t have a score for my nipples, but when Tyler landed one there they decided on fifty points. Fifty points for a nipple!

The abuse eventually stopped once the boys got into high school and had better things to do than pick on their lame little sister. Now whenever we get together we look back on “old times” fondly. The three of us marvel at the fact that I’m still alive.



Ok that was my really bad essay for English about mybrothers...weren't they awful!
 
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