It was the tarantulas over my chickens that got me mixed up with this one. A friend mentioned on her Facebook post list that she has always wanted to hold a “furry tarantula.” This is the same friend who is afraid to go near my chickens and yet she wants to hold a fuzzy spider.
I had to call her out on it. And that’s how I got assigned my number.
It’s one of those Facebook games where if you comment on or “like” someone’s list post, then they get to assign to you a number between 1 and 10. You then need to list in a post that number of things that most people probably don’t know about you.
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I’m pretty much an open book but I’m hoping that at least a few of you out there don’t know some of these things about me. So here it goes, this is my Facebook list for those of you who are not “friends” with me.
1. When I was three years old, I drowned. My mother found me on the bottom of a pool and dove in to save me. My memory of that incident was from above – I saw my mother as she dropped her magazine and then dove in. I think she got me with no time to spare.
2. When I was young and living in Fairfield Ct. whenever I saw a sample typewriter in a store, I walked up to it and typed “I want to be the best writer in the world.” I ended up leaving my life wish all over the state.
3. When I was on a long distance run one afternoon while practicing for the UCONN track team, I took a short cut across a field that I hadn’t realized contained a bull. The bull started chasing me. One of my greatest regrets is that I didn’t get a time on that run.
4. My sisters once came back with boxes and boxes of cigarettes samples after they had gone on a field trip to New York City. I stole those cigarettes and traded them for candy with Susie Ferguson who lived up the street. My sister Cathy got the blame for the theft because no one could believe that “little Wendy” would have ever gone near those “cancer sticks.” (I got about 15 of those large sweet-tarts out of it.)
5. When I was in elementary school, I wrote to Joy Adamson (the author of Born Free) to tell her how much I loved her book and was inspired by her. When I got a letter back my happiness turned to misery when I realized she has sent me a form letter – that was until I turned the letter over and saw that she had, in the margins, typed a response directly to me. And thus a literary groupie was born.
6. When the surgeon removed my kneecap I was afraid that when I kicked my leg forward I would end up hitting myself in the head with my foot. (I didn’t.)
7. I have never made holiday sugar cookies from scratch. (It’s on the list of things to do this year.)
8. I was the one who broke the window on the front porch – sorry mom and dad.
9. I was once kicked by a horse when I got thrown by my ride into a group of frightened and spooked horses. 23 years later, I still have the imprint of a horseshoe on my thigh.
10. Marc and I knew that we were going to get married after our first date.
11. (Bonus for reading so far) Whenever I’m on a beach, I feel like a missing part of my soul has been restored.
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Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at [email protected]
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