ancient history
The way I am can be notably recognized from my first childhood memory. The mirrored reflection of my family standing around me legs only, for when youre two and a half your world is very short and filled with mostly legs. I stood in front of the jewelry store in Raleigh, North Carolina, and listened to my mum tell me that if I wanted to be pretty and have my ears pierced I could not cry, to give her my blanket and to pretend to be ok. That is exactly what I did, and have continued to do throughout a majority of my life. Not one peep escaped my lips when they punched those holes through my ears.
The way I am can be notably recognized from my first childhood memory. The mirrored reflection of my family standing around me legs only, for when youre two and a half your world is very short and filled with mostly legs. I stood in front of the jewelry store in Raleigh, North Carolina, and listened to my mum tell me that if I wanted to be pretty and have my ears pierced I could not cry, to give her my blanket and to pretend to be ok. That is exactly what I did, and have continued to do throughout a majority of my life. Not one peep escaped my lips when they punched those holes through my ears.
Although, I must admit I cried like a little girl when I got my ears pierced with the crappy punch-hole-like contraption at the mall. I think I was 4ish? Maybe slightly older, maybe younger. I can't remember.
I think I now understand your complete and utter addiction to milk. I drink it like crazy now.
schnen gru!
is nett, mal jemanden hier aus germany zusehen...