So today, for some reason I've been thinking about the past. Not the past as in a few years ago, but all the way back to those innocent years. And to think about it, I had a fairly uneventful childhood, aside from moving around a bit.
Most of my childhood memories somehow involve my little brother. I guess that's how it's supposed to work with siblings. Partners in crime and all that. I remember playing in a mud hole around the back of the house, being told not to do it again because it got mud on the house, then doing it again and almost getting spanked for it. I remember him falling out his window (thankfully it was a one-story house), burning his leg on the recently used lawn mower, and begging for a puppy every day until he finally got one. I remember a lot, yet at the same time, so little. Sometimes I wish I could go back and visit a day or two of my childhood and be reminded of those innocent, fun days.
Sorry for those of you who got caught up in my little trip down memory lane, but hey, this is my blog and I can put whatever I want on here. So if you don't like it, don't read it. But props for those who do(:
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