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Drop by drop the snow pack dies, watering the arid lands below. |
Well, "Invalid Entry" ![]() Just a few days ago I cut my thumb on a can of either peas or corn when I opened the can. I have a scar on my right ring finger where I cut myself on a wire hanging from a cloths line (I was playing Jane). I stepped on a nail when I attempt to catch a chicken (this was several years ago and hundreds of miles away from where I now live) and drove myself to the hospital emergency room. As children, my siblings and I (I think I instigated this) covered white bread with chocolate syrup, ran water on it and then ate it. The interesting thing is that I still do uncool things and I do not act my age sometimes. When we were growing up my grandmother would tell us act your age when we did something we were not supposed to do. I never could figure out what she meant. I am not sure where this entry is going. I think I am attempting to say children will be children whether they are 6 or 61. We all have a child hiding within us trying to get out. Some of us are a little better at hiding that inner child then others, but we all do things that make other people (especially our mothers) do a double take. At least, once in our lives all of us can say at least I didn't break it. ** Image ID #1382532 Unavailable ** |