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17 years ago
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storys from ehen i was a kid as told to me by my mom and dad...
story 1 the little cook as a baby my mom would sit me in my high cher in the kishen give me a plastic nife and had me cut musrooms lol
needless to say ima 1/2 way desent cook and she still teases me about being her little cook...
story 2 why i love strabarys...
acording to my mom, my dad uset to take me as a baby befor i was redy to eat hole foods and give me giant strabarys coverd in wiped cream, the story gos i would suck on the strabarys like apasifyer till i had wipd cream all over my face and stand whut ever outfit i was were ing with strabarys.... aww cuteness...
story 3 the booboo tree
i was a bit of a tom boy as a kid all ways doing dum things and geting hert, me nees have been cut up more times then years im old and by the time i was riding a bike with no traning wills mom and dad cept a fulle famisy of frst add items at the house.
seemd evry time i whent out to play wethere walking in the creek rideing my bike or rolerblading i all way came home bloody...
about 1/2 way back to my house from my normal playing zone in my naberhood was a big tree wich would be coved with purple flowers in the spring and sumer... evry time i fell and got cut up i would end up walking home even if i was with my bike...
by the time i got to the tree i would be crying and my cut would realy bestarting to heart , so i would stop under the tree and wait for the crying to stop and the paint to go a way ...
some how that tree was magical to me and just siting under it could stop the worst cut from bleeding, the pain was allways less and crying was nothing under that big tree.
by the end of one sumer of unusraly bad cuts and skraps when i got home froma day or rideing my bike and well crashing it in a brick wall...
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my mom asked me if the booboo tree was in blum and with out realy relizeing whut she had asked i anced " na the flowes all closed all ready"
and ever since then that flowering tree i meen the booboo tree has held a odd but rathere triumfant place in my hart.
stoy 4 the little orange kitty
when i was 5 1/2 that meens my sis was 7 all most 8 we got a little orange kitty
we had not even had it 2 weeks
and one day when we were going to walk less thena mile to the local stop and go to get something with mom my sis insisted on taking the little kitten with use.... the kitten wich was just about 7 weeks old barryly left its mommy cat...
mom argued with my sisi about bring the kitten to the store but in the end she was worn out and tired so she sead fine...
my sisi jamie carryed the kiten to the store and back with out any problems.... not leting me hold it at all... saying it would jump out of my hands and that i dint know how to hold it right...
only for the kitten to junp out of her hands right as we were across the sreet from the house waiting on the light...
as the kitten ran a cross the street a truck pulled a round the corner... im varry soory to say the truk driver saw the kitten and swerved in order to hit it and then drov off.
i dont remiber any of that how ever my intier life from whut i can remiber i have all ways whunted a orange kitty be never had one.
i do how ever remiber crying for a day after that.
story 5 my 1st mimory
when i truned 5 years old i got my earlyest mimory that i can remiber to this day with out the help of storys my mom and dad have told me
this was the mimory of my 5th b-day.
my mom offen would get sick in winter and since my b-day was in winter ... this year mom was sick dering my b-day so to help ouy dad thoght we sould make the cake... no know this my dada had never baked befor in his life and mom all ways made all the b-day cakes...
so dad asked me whut cake i whunted and i sead pokidot with pokidot frosting... for thows that dont know anything a bout pokidot cakes its bacily a yellow cake with food coloring dots in it and frosting with rando sprinals in it... very populer with kids and yummy!
dad let me pick the cake pans and i chose the 2 hart shaped pans FYI round and swere are hard anuff to frost let alown a hart...
so we make the cake bater and bake them no problems thank goodness for box mixs and instrutions...
however whuts not incloded on the instrutions was frosting derections. and for all you amicher backers out there dont try to frost hot cake it dus not work u fail go back to start...
well to say the least we tryed to frost and stack the 2 hart cakes wile thay were still hot
the cake had not set up the way it would of been cool so it was falling a part easy.. the frosting was meslting and riping the top of the cake and by the time we have glued the peases of cake back on with even more frosting the cake berly resimbaled a hart...
in order to cover up the REALY REALY bad frosting job we coverd the cake in randbow spricals and swore to each othere never to make cake agen with out moms help!
well lets just say that lated till i was 11... lol hope u liked the story its one i will not soon forget!
story 1 the little cook as a baby my mom would sit me in my high cher in the kishen give me a plastic nife and had me cut musrooms lol
needless to say ima 1/2 way desent cook and she still teases me about being her little cook...
story 2 why i love strabarys...
acording to my mom, my dad uset to take me as a baby befor i was redy to eat hole foods and give me giant strabarys coverd in wiped cream, the story gos i would suck on the strabarys like apasifyer till i had wipd cream all over my face and stand whut ever outfit i was were ing with strabarys.... aww cuteness...
story 3 the booboo tree
i was a bit of a tom boy as a kid all ways doing dum things and geting hert, me nees have been cut up more times then years im old and by the time i was riding a bike with no traning wills mom and dad cept a fulle famisy of frst add items at the house.
seemd evry time i whent out to play wethere walking in the creek rideing my bike or rolerblading i all way came home bloody...
about 1/2 way back to my house from my normal playing zone in my naberhood was a big tree wich would be coved with purple flowers in the spring and sumer... evry time i fell and got cut up i would end up walking home even if i was with my bike...
by the time i got to the tree i would be crying and my cut would realy bestarting to heart , so i would stop under the tree and wait for the crying to stop and the paint to go a way ...
some how that tree was magical to me and just siting under it could stop the worst cut from bleeding, the pain was allways less and crying was nothing under that big tree.
by the end of one sumer of unusraly bad cuts and skraps when i got home froma day or rideing my bike and well crashing it in a brick wall...
m
my mom asked me if the booboo tree was in blum and with out realy relizeing whut she had asked i anced " na the flowes all closed all ready"
and ever since then that flowering tree i meen the booboo tree has held a odd but rathere triumfant place in my hart.
stoy 4 the little orange kitty
when i was 5 1/2 that meens my sis was 7 all most 8 we got a little orange kitty
we had not even had it 2 weeks
and one day when we were going to walk less thena mile to the local stop and go to get something with mom my sis insisted on taking the little kitten with use.... the kitten wich was just about 7 weeks old barryly left its mommy cat...
mom argued with my sisi about bring the kitten to the store but in the end she was worn out and tired so she sead fine...
my sisi jamie carryed the kiten to the store and back with out any problems.... not leting me hold it at all... saying it would jump out of my hands and that i dint know how to hold it right...
only for the kitten to junp out of her hands right as we were across the sreet from the house waiting on the light...
as the kitten ran a cross the street a truck pulled a round the corner... im varry soory to say the truk driver saw the kitten and swerved in order to hit it and then drov off.
i dont remiber any of that how ever my intier life from whut i can remiber i have all ways whunted a orange kitty be never had one.
i do how ever remiber crying for a day after that.
story 5 my 1st mimory
when i truned 5 years old i got my earlyest mimory that i can remiber to this day with out the help of storys my mom and dad have told me
this was the mimory of my 5th b-day.
my mom offen would get sick in winter and since my b-day was in winter ... this year mom was sick dering my b-day so to help ouy dad thoght we sould make the cake... no know this my dada had never baked befor in his life and mom all ways made all the b-day cakes...
so dad asked me whut cake i whunted and i sead pokidot with pokidot frosting... for thows that dont know anything a bout pokidot cakes its bacily a yellow cake with food coloring dots in it and frosting with rando sprinals in it... very populer with kids and yummy!
dad let me pick the cake pans and i chose the 2 hart shaped pans FYI round and swere are hard anuff to frost let alown a hart...
so we make the cake bater and bake them no problems thank goodness for box mixs and instrutions...
however whuts not incloded on the instrutions was frosting derections. and for all you amicher backers out there dont try to frost hot cake it dus not work u fail go back to start...
well to say the least we tryed to frost and stack the 2 hart cakes wile thay were still hot
the cake had not set up the way it would of been cool so it was falling a part easy.. the frosting was meslting and riping the top of the cake and by the time we have glued the peases of cake back on with even more frosting the cake berly resimbaled a hart...
in order to cover up the REALY REALY bad frosting job we coverd the cake in randbow spricals and swore to each othere never to make cake agen with out moms help!
well lets just say that lated till i was 11... lol hope u liked the story its one i will not soon forget!
