I have no idea I don't really remember most of my childhood its all kind of a blur until around 10 really. One thing I did do was cover dad's kitchen in glitter because I wanted to make it pretty, he was furious because it was metal flake and got into some of the appliances and so and asked why I did it. And I told him I wanted to make the house pretty and he's felt guilty about it ever since.
haha that is cute. And well isn't that how you make them?
THAT's adorable...I liked reading books when other kids were running playing, and I found words that I understood context but hadn't heard anyone say. Once, I was nine and visiting some cousins (mostly boys); they were running, wrestling and tustling while I sat reading a book nearby. My father came out to take me home and asked if I'd had a good time; my answer was, "not really, that was total anarchy (pronounced 'ann-archee')."
Once when my parents took me to a restaurant, they wanted to save some money by ordering me a children's meal - I was probably about 5 or 6 and had an apetite like a horse!
When I heard them call it that, I yelled out "HEY, I'M NO CHILDREN"!!! lol
Well that does make sense ... lol
We were going shopping one day, and I was out in the back yard playing in the dirt. Mom called me to come in and get dressed. I told her *But, me am dressed*
I used to call fudge bars, fu-gee bars. LOL
My mom used to tell me that I charged my friends to talk to me
no i think it was more like a " if you want to talk to me it will cost you"
I once asked who have was. I'll never forget the backhand I got.
I am much younger than my step siblings. I came into the person I consider my dad's life when I was three. His oldest daughter doesn't like me. She feels that he shouldn't love me because I am not his biologically. One day when I was about four, she came to our house and spoke self righteously about her church. After she left I looked at my mom and said "Heather doesn't know God like I do. He is not about rules. He is about love!
When I was four, one evening I was exploring the interior of a church during a wedding ceremony when I came across the confessional. I ran back to my mother and said excited, "Mom, priests play dolls! Come, let me show you their doll's house!"