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Well, "Invalid Entry" , but I probably did stepped on it, eat it or cut myself with it. I am neither fidgety nor fussity. I do not get up in the middle of the night and clean house. My grandmother would clean house when she could not sleep, but she never cut her finger when she opened a can of anything. Just a few days ago I cut my thumb on a can of either peas or corn when I opened the can. I have a scar on my right ring finger where I cut myself on a wire hanging from a cloths line (I was playing Jane). I stepped on a nail when I attempt to catch a chicken (this was several years ago and hundreds of miles away from where I now live) and drove myself to the hospital emergency room. As children, my siblings and I (I think I instigated this) covered white bread with chocolate syrup, ran water on it and then ate it. The interesting thing is that I still do uncool things and I do not act my age sometimes. When we were growing up my grandmother would tell us act your age when we did something we were not supposed to do. I never could figure out what she meant. I am not sure where this entry is going. I think I am attempting to say children will be children whether they are 6 or 61. We all have a child hiding within us trying to get out. Some of us are a little better at hiding that inner child then others, but we all do things that make other people (especially our mothers) do a double take. At least, once in our lives all of us can say at least I didn't break it. ** Image ID #1382532 Unavailable ** |