1988.Having been alive for a full year and raging into my second with furor, I must have subconsciously (or consciously... who knows how babies work anyway) decided that I was way over due for a bad habit. Since today I am a fairly logical thinker, I'm sure I went through many different thought processes deliberating over which one to pick up. Apparently I liked germs, being slobbery, ruining my teeth, having wrinkled thumb skin, and not to mention, well... looking cute while doing a horrendous deed. Ignorantly enough, I seemed to have chosen a bad habit that would have terrible repercussions on my life in the years to come. Thumb-sucking. How terribly unfortunate.
Moving away from the negative aspects of my one year old status in the world, I'd say that a new friend is a pretty exciting ordeal. This friend may or may not have been in my life prior to my first birthday, however, I'm sure we only realized eachother existed within that first year. Right? Mmm. Lindsay Giesbrecht is her name and clappin
g was her game. Yeah, who really knows. So Allie, Lindsay, and myself became the three muskateers at Burrows Bethel Church, thanks to our mothers who were obviously in the same "Morning out for Moms" program at our home church. We had fun... rocking out in the free world together with almost equally fashionable pastel sweat suits.
g was her game. Yeah, who really knows. So Allie, Lindsay, and myself became the three muskateers at Burrows Bethel Church, thanks to our mothers who were obviously in the same "Morning out for Moms" program at our home church. We had fun... rocking out in the free world together with almost equally fashionable pastel sweat suits. 1 positive + 1 negative = 1 neutral year.
That about covers it.
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