When I was little:
I thought that white chocolate was just normal chocolate without the brown coloring.* All the girls with braces I knew were pretty. I never had to have braces, as my teeth were perfectly straight.
I pretended that Joey McIntyre had my personal telephone number and called me nightly and he was my boyfriend and loved me v. v. much.
I kissed Wil Wheaton goodnight (every night) for at least 3 years.
I wanted to marry Jean-Claude Van Damme (until I realized that I had outgrown him circa 1991).
I sat on the roof of my house without fear.
I jumped off v. large rocks into v. swift rivers without fear.
I was envious of those who got junk food in their lunches.
I read more than I played.
I dreamed of having a purple Geo Storm to drive around in.
I wanted to be president.
I wanted the world at my feet.
I wanted to be Elizabeth Wakefield.
I hated being the tallest person in my class.
I was teased intolerably at school.
I cheated while playing board and card games.
I wanted to have braces.*
I broke into the Mormon Church behind my house, just to see what it was like inside.
I made up stories and wrote them down.
I had it easy
As an aside, I got the call from the State St. dojo at home last night. I've decided to try it out, and if I like it, I'll join there, instead of the Latah St. dojo, as the Latah St. dojo has members that I really really don't like. Update on the kung-fu mastah (that would be me) next Wednesday.
Hey, I blogged, just for you baby! Tell all your friends that I'm back in bid-ness!
Posted by: Jason Ward at March 18, 2004 8:23 PM