I was a strange child, and these are just funny stories. So here ya go.
1. The story of the push.
I was in kindergarten. In my class, we had these stations, and only four people could be in a station at a time. So me and my three little guy friends were happily playing in the Lincoln Log station, when all of a sudden a boy with a mop of dark curly hair came over. I didn't really know him, all I knew that he was mean to all the girls. Anyway, he came up to me and yelled at me for "stealing" all of his friends, and I better get out of that station and go play house. (Just a quick fact, I was a crazy tomboy until I was about 12). But I wasn't going to give in to this kid, even though he was probably three heads taller than me. I stood my ground and told HIM to go play house. He didn't like that very much, and shoved me down. I stood up and slapped that kid hard, and all my little friends clapped for me. I got sent in the time-out corner, but it was oh-so worth it.
2. The story of the Backstreet Boys.
This isn't actually in my memory, I'm just telling you what an awesome child I was. When I was about two or three, I knew all of the words to "I want it that way" by the Backstreet Boys. So whenever I went to my relatives house, they would ask me, "What way do you want it?" And I would happily reply "I WANT IT THAAAT WAAAAY!" This continued until I was about 5, but I got too embarrassed to do it anymore.
3. The story of Preston's flight.
I have this backyard neighbor named Preston. We've been friends since the day I moved to Bountiful. And (as mentioned before) I was a crazy daredevil tomboy. So one day, we were on his swings and I decided to stand on top of the swing, and flip myself over. It was pretty impressive, and I have no idea how I accomplished this. But Preston was too afraid to try it, because he was a rational kid and probably didn't want to break his neck. But I kept taunting him, and calling him a baby. He reluctantly stood on top of the swing, and tried to thrust his body forward. But he pulled back, and accidentally let go of the swing. I swear, he got like 20 feet of air. It was crazy. He landed about 15 yards away from the swing set. I ran over to congratulate him on his flight, but then I realized that he was crying. And he screamed for his mom, who promptly sent me home.
|Sorry this picture is so huge, the computers at the school are retarded and won't let me resize it. Also, forgive the hair. I would never let my mom do it.|