childhood......

THE PAINT INCIDENT

since my life hasnt been very exciting this may not amuse you but its a tale of what happened to me and my sister when I was 3 and she was 5 my mum put out some painting stuff for us to do now you probably think yep she has such a boring life and I do it's sad to say so. Anyway my mum was sitting inside doing what old people "do" my dad was probably reading newspaper though I dought it and my mum I think was making lunch on a peacful Sunday well thats what she thought it was that was NOT what we had planned anyway my sister was painting you know the usual 5 year old stuff when I splashed her with some paint then the war begain we were screaming and fighting through that I dont know what my parents were thinking but anyways they came out and there were in our undies looking like multicoloured hooligans!

THE MAGICAL RAPUNZEL TOWER

when I was slightly older and 4 having a bigger see on things going on around me my dad had to bring in some sort of tower structure and it was about 10 feet (which is pretty big) but to us (sister and I) it was some sort of magical rapunzel tower a gazxillion kilometres high and we wanted to try it so there we were we would climb up the ladder and we would bring some stuff up like mirrors and all that princess stuff but when the wind blowed so did the tower and I suddenly felt unsafe (remembering I had a bigger see so death was one of them) and I started crying I would yell DADDY, HELP ME and he told me that I had to get down myself so there I was clinging on for dear life when I finally touched the ground it was the happiest moment in that day but I quickly recovered from my fear 5-10 minutes later and wanted to come back up again and then the whole DADDY, HELP ME thing started again this went on about 5 or 6 times and then my dad had to take the "magical rapunzel tower away.