Linking up with The Daily Tay to talk about what kind of kid I was...
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I was the kid who was so chunky and bald, that despite my ears being pierced at 3 months old and bows taped to my head, was continuously referred to as "what a big bruiser," and told "he's gonna go far with State". My poor mom cried and cried for months. She calmed down when I got curls...at age 3.
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I was the kid who apparently never wore shirts. Neitherdoes did Mike either though soooo...
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I was the kid who positively adored dressing up. To the nine's. Like I'm pretty sure this was a random Tuesday night dinner out and I INSISTED on having fresh baby's breath in my hair. My parents probably figured best to just humor me than dispute.
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I was the kid who left my parents with no choice other than to add a chain link lock, that I could not reach, to my walk-in closet door when I was 4 because of my many-a-day costume changes. I mean, when they built the house, they did give me a walk-in, so really I was just using the space I was afforded. Le duh.
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I was the kid who loved my jellies until I stepped on the little teeny tiny pebbles in my grandparents driveway. Every.single.time.
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I was the kid who may have been just a little bit of a ham with a touch of dramatic.
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I was the kid who LOVED and ADORED each baby cousin I was given. As far as I was concerned, those were MY babies they brought home to ME.
I was also the kid who was incredibly loved and cherished and doted on. I was the kid who grew up with more support than most people and for that I am eternally grateful.
Who were you??
Until we meet again,
M
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I was the kid who was so chunky and bald, that despite my ears being pierced at 3 months old and bows taped to my head, was continuously referred to as "what a big bruiser," and told "he's gonna go far with State". My poor mom cried and cried for months. She calmed down when I got curls...at age 3.
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I was the kid who apparently never wore shirts. Neither
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I was the kid who positively adored dressing up. To the nine's. Like I'm pretty sure this was a random Tuesday night dinner out and I INSISTED on having fresh baby's breath in my hair. My parents probably figured best to just humor me than dispute.
I was the kid who left my parents with no choice other than to add a chain link lock, that I could not reach, to my walk-in closet door when I was 4 because of my many-a-day costume changes. I mean, when they built the house, they did give me a walk-in, so really I was just using the space I was afforded. Le duh.
I was the kid who loved my jellies until I stepped on the little teeny tiny pebbles in my grandparents driveway. Every.single.time.
I was the kid who may have been just a little bit of a ham with a touch of dramatic.
I was the kid who LOVED and ADORED each baby cousin I was given. As far as I was concerned, those were MY babies they brought home to ME.
I was also the kid who was incredibly loved and cherished and doted on. I was the kid who grew up with more support than most people and for that I am eternally grateful.
Who were you??
Until we meet again,
M
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