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Oh man,
The reason I love hanging out with my family is that a bunch of childhood stories always always ALWAYS come up.
I remember how much I used to love going to emerald lake. It was the shittiest beach ever, but I loved to jump off the cliffs. Anyway, it had this one waterslide, and I went one day with my older sister, older brother, and their friend. I remember sitting at the top of the slide, and my brother said "go" in a deep voice. And I, thinking it was the lifeguard, shot down - arms crossed, body tucked, flying down the slide. I crashed... I crashed into this hairy old fat man who was sitting up, leisurely going down... I was kicking him the entire way down, trying to avoid straddling him...
I was so embaressed... :S
When I was little, and my siblings wanted me to do something, all they would have to say is go... "we'll count, see how long it takes you!"... and they'd start counting, and I'd be off like a fucking race horse...
Hahaha...
<3 Anna.
The reason I love hanging out with my family is that a bunch of childhood stories always always ALWAYS come up.
I remember how much I used to love going to emerald lake. It was the shittiest beach ever, but I loved to jump off the cliffs. Anyway, it had this one waterslide, and I went one day with my older sister, older brother, and their friend. I remember sitting at the top of the slide, and my brother said "go" in a deep voice. And I, thinking it was the lifeguard, shot down - arms crossed, body tucked, flying down the slide. I crashed... I crashed into this hairy old fat man who was sitting up, leisurely going down... I was kicking him the entire way down, trying to avoid straddling him...
I was so embaressed... :S
When I was little, and my siblings wanted me to do something, all they would have to say is go... "we'll count, see how long it takes you!"... and they'd start counting, and I'd be off like a fucking race horse...
Hahaha...
<3 Anna.