"7 Things"

My dad's a gardener, and when I was little, dad would take sister and I to the dump with him. We'd scrounge about and find neat toys.

My uncle worked and lived on a plant nursery, and sister and I would make up stories about the mounds of dirt all around the premises. We'd tell our cousins that beneath them there were buried treasures, and if there was some old receipt we found on the ground or something, we'd say it was the map.

Okay, so you know those kids that go door to door selling chocolate, candles, and peaunut brittle? "Yeah." That was me (summer job). I quit after after the first obliteratingly hot, and humiliating day. I got to someone's house, and crying I asked if I could use their phone to call my parents to come pick me up.

You know those white Easter bunnies that take pictures with kids at the nearby mall? Yep. Man was it hot in those get ups!

At a junior high school dance, while I was having blast showing of my "moves," a friend turned around and asked me, "Is that the only move you know? This is not disco music you know!?"

I was and still am a big fraidy cat (I was worse when I was younger). One day some neighbor kids were out playing and they saw me lugging around my cabbage patch doll. They grabbed it from me, and started playing catch with her. At one point the doll fell face down to the ground, and it got all scratched up. I cried because I was afraid of what mom would say. Those kids were not apologetic at all. In fact, they made up this crazy story about abused dolls coming to life at night and taking revenge on their owners. I believed them, went home crying and told my mom that we had to burn the doll or she'd come to life and kill us all" (talk about gullible).

My sis and I loved big sticks growing up, and still do. One day I bought one from an ice cream truck and my sister asked for a bite. Well her bites took well over half of it! She said she wouldn't do it that time if I gave her a bite. And she even promised to be my slave for a week if I'd give her a little bite. So I gave her a bite, and you guessed it...left me pretty much with just the stick it was on! I chased her around the house and into the back yard. As I chased her into the back yard, there was a broom leaning against the side of the house. Sister grabbed hold of it and sent it flying back into my eye. I cried. She won. End of Story.