I thought that unicorns were real and tigers were fictional. It broke my heart when my mom told me otherwise in kindergarten. Unicorns would be so much prettier than those tigers.
I thought I would marry my daddy would grow up. I mean, if my mom did, then I would too, right? This thought...makes me quite nauseous.
The gingerbread man hunt was a deadly thing. I mean, we actually ate the poor guy in the end. It kinda cannibalistic to me.
Left-handed people were racist. They didn't let me use their scissors. >:O
I didn't get why most songs were about love. Couldn't they be about other things like...dogs? Or candy? Why was love so important, anyways?
We always sat at those kiddy tables at the mall. So much more fun than those boring, gray adult tables.
It bothered me that my mommy and daddy didn't kiss. All the other girl-guy couples out there did; why couldn't they?
A baby came from a kiss.
When you gave paper to a vending machine, it gave you money back. Same with the gas pay machines.
I told my parents I talked to Santa on Christmas Eve when everyone else was asleep. I cried when they didn't believe me.
The dark was an unknown place. Not dangerous, just mysterious.
My family would go to the mall together. My sister and I would go on those little playgrounds in the center, and my mom and dad would watch. Then we'd all hold hands and swing our arms and walk together. It was picture-perfect.
Las Vegas was a basic necessity every Christmas. I would die without it. I think I would still die without it.
Rock music made my head hurt. I mean, who would enjoy stuff with only drums and electric guitar and screaming? It's not even music.
I was a neat freak. More than my mom. Everything had to be PERFECT. My stickers could not be out of order. They could not be sticking out of their borders. They could not be cut off in any way. It drove my parents crazy.
Japan was a great place. Too bad I don't remember it. I only dimly remember a kitchen where I had to drink vinegar cause I got a fish bone stuck in my throat.
I liked to pretend I could understand Japanese.
My family was an actual family.
But that all happened when I was young. Course things are different now. Way different.
Still. I like to look back. At my innocent outlook on life. I wonder if I can still get that back. But nah. If I did, I wouldn't be able to perceive the next thing that's going to erupt in that fragile thing we call our family. I think it's safe to say that I've come a long way.
I thought that unicorns were real and tigers were fictional. It broke my heart when my mom told me otherwise in kindergarten. Unicorns would be so much prettier than those tigers.
I thought I would marry my daddy would grow up. I mean, if my mom did, then I would too, right? This thought...makes me quite nauseous.
The gingerbread man hunt was a deadly thing. I mean, we actually ate the poor guy in the end. It kinda cannibalistic to me.
Left-handed people were racist. They didn't let me use their scissors. >:O
I didn't get why most songs were about love. Couldn't they be about other things like...dogs? Or candy? Why was love so important, anyways?
We always sat at those kiddy tables at the mall. So much more fun than those boring, gray adult tables.
It bothered me that my mommy and daddy didn't kiss. All the other girl-guy couples out there did; why couldn't they?
A baby came from a kiss.
When you gave paper to a vending machine, it gave you money back. Same with the gas pay machines.
I told my parents I talked to Santa on Christmas Eve when everyone else was asleep. I cried when they didn't believe me.
The dark was an unknown place. Not dangerous, just mysterious.
My family would go to the mall together. My sister and I would go on those little playgrounds in the center, and my mom and dad would watch. Then we'd all hold hands and swing our arms and walk together. It was picture-perfect.
Las Vegas was a basic necessity every Christmas. I would die without it. I think I would still die without it.
Rock music made my head hurt. I mean, who would enjoy stuff with only drums and electric guitar and screaming? It's not even music.
I was a neat freak. More than my mom. Everything had to be PERFECT. My stickers could not be out of order. They could not be sticking out of their borders. They could not be cut off in any way. It drove my parents crazy.
Japan was a great place. Too bad I don't remember it. I only dimly remember a kitchen where I had to drink vinegar cause I got a fish bone stuck in my throat.
I liked to pretend I could understand Japanese.
My family was an actual family.
But that all happened when I was young. Course things are different now. Way different.
Still. I like to look back. At my innocent outlook on life. I wonder if I can still get that back. But nah. If I did, I wouldn't be able to perceive the next thing that's going to erupt in that fragile thing we call our family. I think it's safe to say that I've come a long way.
Impress me. Sing along to Bon Jovi and Muse with me. Watch Lion King until your eyes hurt. Laugh at all my jokes. Buy me striped clothing on my birthday! Learn to love my Mickey. (: Memorize my phone number, and memorize it RIGHT. Buy me CD albums for my birthday/Christmas/anything! Never tell me you want to watch me swim. Get me Vitamin Water when I'm stressed. (: Tell me your life story. I'll tell you mine.
