I knew my memory was bad, but...
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.
It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.
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As my own bit that I am going to add to the above, I will let you know that I will keep an eye on this. This blog is G-rated, so any really good ones that are not G-rated may get moved elsewhere, but I'll still have a good time reading them. :-)
It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.
******************
As my own bit that I am going to add to the above, I will let you know that I will keep an eye on this. This blog is G-rated, so any really good ones that are not G-rated may get moved elsewhere, but I'll still have a good time reading them. :-)
posted by Ahliana at 1:39 PM
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When you were just a little over four years old, you had long, curly hair. It was well past your shoulders and heading toward your waist.
Your uncle Larry was scheduled to be married, and you were to be the flower girl for the June afternoon wedding.
Your grandmother Nanny had carefully stitched your rather elaborate dress. Your hair would have ribbons and flowers braided into it to match the dress and the bride's floral arrangement.
I was careful to hide the scissors, although you'd not shown any inclination to cut your hair. What I forgot to hide was the very large package of chewing gum your Nanny gave you.
Sure enough, the morning of the wedding found you with ten gobs of the gum firmly implanted everywhere in your hair. You'd put it beside your pillow, one piece at a time, as you chewed the flavor out of it, and then fallen asleep.
None of the usual tricks would get the gum out, not freezing it, not peanut butter, not cooking oil. The only solution was a frantic trip to the only beauty shop we could quickly find.
So that, dear daughter, is why you are shown in the wedding pictures with closely cropped hair without any ribbons or flowers.ndtznke
And now you know the rest of the story.
Your Mother
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