I once broke my ring finger by slamming it in a door when running from a bee.
When I was six , I threw a fork at my sister that hit her in the forehead and left four tine marks.
I won my 3rd Grade Spelling Bee.
When I was seven, I had a terrifying dream that my mother was leaving me, my dad, and my sister, and that I couldn’t follow because I couldn’t climb this old dilapidated white picket fence that ran next to the garage. I woke up shaking and crying. Every night for years after I prayed not to EVER have that dream again.
Until I was eight, I slept with my head under the covers convinced that whatever I couldn’t see couldn’t get me.
There was a period as a teenager where I hated my mother with a passion and was convinced she was insane.
My first kiss was someone else’s boyfriend.
I was president of French Club in high school.
My first poem was about flamingos.
I did my junior year English term paper on Gone With The Wind and sobbed nearly all the way through.
I failed a semester of trig my senior year.
I’ve never smoked a cigarette or anything else.
There was a time when I very badly wanted to be a marine biologist, a broadway actress, a lawyer, and a psychiatrist.
I’ve walked out of three mcjobs during and shortly after finishing grad school (one after a mere four hours) without bothering to tell them that I quit.
Sometimes, I sort of like country music.
Last night, I ate an entire pint of Haagendaz strawberry ice cream for dinner.
When given access to cable, I can watch hour after hour of HGTV home design shows and the Travel Channel.
I don't necessarily believe in ghosts, but I do believe in hauntings.
I've never been abroad, nor traveled anywhere west of Nebraska.
I drink coffee with enough sugar and cream to kill a horse.
