Happy Friday! Oh, boy, am I excited for the upcoming weekend. I am taking myself on a date Saturday night to eat ice cream on the beach and watch the sun set, and I also want to take Dutch to a dog park to stretch his legs and run around in a new environment. I’m also planning on writing, baking, and napping. Sounds like a quality weekend, yeah? I’m excited!
Today, I thought I’d switch up my “Five For Friday” series and instead of writing about five facts about my week, I’m listing five confessions about my childhood. Here we go!
1) In fifth grade, I once completed a spelling test using the handwriting of each baby-sitter from The Baby-Sitter’s Club. So, each word of the test was written with a different baby-sitter’s handwriting. My teacher was really confused by this, and it’s kinda embarrassing to admit! But yeah… I was a strange kid.
2) I was bit by a dog when I was 11. I was walking home from the bus with a friend and she pressured me to pet this dog with her. I knew the dog was a little vicious (all he ever did was bark ferociously whenever he was chained up outside), but I still went to pet him. The next thing I knew, he had his paws on my chest and had bitten me in the stomach. I ran home crying and my mom took me to the ER to get a tetanus shot. (The bite wasn’t anything major. It just needed to get cleaned up and bandaged.) That experience was so traumatizing, though! I still have a scar from that bite (and it still stings from time to time, which is strange).
3) Growing up, my least favorite class was art class. God, I hated art class. I think I have some perfectionist tendencies and it really reared its head in art class. I just knew anything I was given, I would be bad at. And I’m not trying to be cute here – I was really awful at art. I can’t draw, I’m not really creative in the artsy sense, and it just frustrates me to no end. After elementary school, I made sure not to do any kind of art class again.
4) When I was younger (middle school), I would always check out 12 books from the library every Saturday morning. Then, I would spend my Saturday afternoons reading the first chapter of each book. (I don’t know my logic in why I did this. I just did? Like I said, I was a weird kid.) After that, I would stack the books in alphabetical order (by author’s last name) and read through the entire stack by the following Saturday. I miss those days!
5) When I was in third grade, I was cast in the school play. There were only 10 roles available, and I snagged the role of the goldfish. I even remember my first line: “We almost had a sale last week until he found out Bill here was afraid of the deep end.” I had to sing a solo which, surprisingly, was something I was really excited about. (I think I would be terrified nowadays!)
Tell me one of your childhood confessions!