This One is For Fun!

- As a 5-year-old child.

I am going to my grandma house. I’m going to wear my new strawberry shortcake pajamas, and grandma and I are going to make cupcakes. She is going to let me put the icing on and design it any way I like. I like to design the cupcakes with pretty flowers. She’s the best grandma ever.

- As a swashbuckling pirate

This weekend we be goin' t' rob t' Seventh Sanctum for all their jewels and riches. If anyone tries t' stop us we be goin' t' cut his head and feed him t' t' shark. After all o' that we be goin' t' drink and enjoy t' beautiful beauty.

- As a pessimist

So what the weekend is coming, it’s just going to horrible like every other weekend. I and a few friends are planning a surprise for one of our other friend and nobody is doing what they are supposed to do. They didn’t order the food. Where can I get a caterer at the last minute? If I do find someone it probably is nasty. I had to make all the phone calls. It’s going to be a disaster. Why did I ever volunteer my services?

- As a 13-year-old girl.

My mom is finally letting me go to mall all by myself this weekend. She gave me the direction and I told her that I know how to get there. I’ve been there with her a million times. She gave me a bunch of quarters and told me to call when I get there and when I’m leaving. Anyway, I am going shopping with a bunch of my friends. We are going to get our nails done and then go to eat. I’m so excited.

- As yourself ;)

I very excited about this weekend. I’m going to Virginia to see family. I’m a little nervous because I have never met them in person before (long story). I never even had been to Virginia. Up until now there was not real reason for me to go. We plan on meeting up and going to get something to eat and just hang out; get to know each other.

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In Five Minutes

As a child I was pretty spoiled. I was the first girl after two boys. I was the only one to get a birthday party every year out of my mom’s kids. I thought I knew everything by the age of five. I was very competitive with my brothers. I was a sore loser. One of my brothers treated me like a princess so _- This is a crazy assignment because my mind is a little all over the place. Anyway back to me as a child. I was a cry baby. I was smart and outgoing, very out spoken. I loved to dance and sing. Music was a huge influence in our home. My mom and dad use to give talent shows and we would all perform and of course I had to try and out shine everyone. I liked riding bike and playing with baby dolls. Okay I’m biting my nails thinking of more to say. I asked many questions and if I didn’t get the answer that I thought made since I would continue to ask questions. Now I’m scratching my head thinking would else I can think of. I loved clothes and often dressed up in my mom’s outfit. I had a little sister and I would often treat her like my doll baby.

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Hidden Shell

ust imagine a sunny cold Saturday morning in New York. You decide to get the family together and treat everyone to breakfast at your favorite diner. You go there often so you are greeted at the door and seated immediately in your favorite booth served by your favorite waiter. Immediately they bring your coffee and your cream on the side because they know you don’t like milk in your coffee. The conversation between your husband and the kids are going about what they should eat

You are just day dreaming about corn beef hash crispy just the way you like it. Grits cooked to perfection and topped off with cheese eggs. The waitress finally comes and takes the order. You wait patiently and before you know it she’s back with your food. You start to dig in. Yes the corn beef hash is crispy. The grits are perfectly cooked and the cheese eggs are light and cheesy. This the best Saturday breakfast ever you think to yourself. By this time you are on your fourth spoon full and it happens. THAT CRUNCH!!!!! Corn beef hash is soft food so the crunch didn’t come from there. Grits are creamy so the crunch couldn’t come from there. THERE’S AN EGGSHELL IN YOUR EGGS!!! You are scared to chew because the crunch turns your stomach. You quickly grab a napkin to spit the food in. You close your mouth a find there is still some eggshell in your teeth. You start to gag and your mouth starts to salivate. You grab another napkin and spit in it; by this time you are sweating and ready to just go home.

That is exactly how I feel every time I find eggshells in my egg. I can’t explain to you why the texture of eggshells bothers me so much but I go through all of those emotions when it does happen.

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