Julie- I remember

I remember when I was about four or five thinking that I wanted bangs. My barbie dolls were bald from my experimenting. I kept thinking, hmmm that looks silly, let me cut a little more off and it will look better. They usually ended super ugly by the time I was done with them, so I thought I would try my own hair, atleast mine grows back right?
I locked my self in the kids bathroom and commenced with the makeover. I took a small part right in front smack dab in the middle and cut a little off. Okay, I cut ALOT off! It was now stubble or a bald spot you could say. I had just make myself look like the Barbies I was trying to help. Hopefully no one would notice, right! As soon as I walk out of the bathroom it seemed as if Dad had honed in on me, he walked straight to me as I was walking to my room and stopped me in front of the door. "What did you do to your hair?' My reply.... "I don't know?" this went on for about three times I believe, each time I lied I got a nice thump on the head. I told him I had cut it, I was obviously sobbing from there and felt completely silly. But HEY! Hair does grow back!


Our family seems to have a bunch of night walkers in it. I remember two separate occasions where I either found myself in a strange place or a sibling in someone elses bed.I remember waking up under the baby grand piano one morning before our five oclock session of scripture reading. And numerous occasions I found myself in front of the couch on the floor. One particular day I woke up and noticed that Laurie was not in her bed, I was sent to wake Daniel up and noticed that Laurie had waken up in the middle of the night and went into the boys room. There she was.... all snuggled up with Daniels feet! She was holding them like they were a stuffed animal. I started laughing uncontrollably and wished I had a camera to take a picture for blackmail later. Laurie was somewhat of an odd sleeper anyway, she rolled off of our bunk beds numerous times until  the wooden boards were added. I also had a problem not laughing every time she got hurt so I would get in trouble for it.

When I was in middle school I participated in after school sports activities. It was more of a social activity for me. I didn't really care for playing the sport so much. I recall one night finishing a basketball game and waiting for Mom to pick me up. She was always late. Duh, we lived farther than most so it was dark when she finally got there. I saw her pull into the parking lot and as usual, thought it would be funny to scare her. We all know Mother is THE person to scare, you rarely don't get a reaction from her. As soon as she pulled closer I JUMPED right out of nowhere in front of the car and screamed at her! She did not find it as funny as I did. I got a good scalding on how she could have ran me over and you don't do that kind of stuff in the dark, or EVER as a matter of fact. LESSON LEARNED.


When I was younger I was the child that needed a little more attention than most. I had the most wonderful nanny in the world. Pam Shivers, Pam took it apon herself to make me feel "special". I always did feel special when I was with her, I remember her taking me to get my hair cut and permed, I remember the dolls she gave me and the trips to the store with her. One year she helped me with our family pumpkin decorating contest. When we were done with it, it was the most beautiful pumpkin I had ever laid my eyes on. It was fantastic. I got the most beautiful pumpkin ribbon. I was so proud of it. Our family home evening pumpkin contests got more competitive as time went on, but all I wanted was a beautiful pumpkin.