One: At a family gathering when I was younger, I kicked my Skip-it around my ankle so many times that the counter rolled back around to zero. Do you remember Skip-it? Mine was green.
Two: When I was 18, I owned a guinea pig named Murphy after my second grade teacher.
Three: I had a Tenderheart Care Bear pendant when I was a kid, but my little brother scraped the heart off his belly and left him looking like any old little brown teddy.
Four: My parents met in the 70s when my momma flipped burgers at A&W and my dad was into “cruisin’ the Dub” with his buddies.
Five: I grew up surrounded by muscle cars and am a Ford woman in that regard. My dad has always had a project or seven underway in the garage, including the Fairlane he owned while dating my mother.
Six: All my little brother would eat for breakfasts for several years was Quaker peaches and cream flavour hot oatmeal. I don’t think he can even stand the smell of that stuff these days: I know I can’t.
Seven: For most of my childhood, I was terrified of those springy doorstops that go, sproioioioinggg! Remind me to tell you the story behind my phobia sometime.
Eight: I wore so much purple as a kid that I became purpled out. It’s still the one colour I can’t stand.
Nine: Pizza turns my stomach because I got food poisoning from deluxe pizza as a child. Puking stuff up tends to ruin it forever, and now I can tolerate eating pizza about once a year at best.
Ten: My mom had my ears pierced when I was six, but the
hairdresser piercer screwed up one lobe and I had a freak out when they took me back to get them redone. Momma made me wait two years to try again.
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