Run around screaming in the front yard until I collapsed in the grass and observed the clouds.
Bike down the street to the neighborhood church.
Find leftover remnants of car Bondo in the driveway then smash it with a hammer.
Play with my barbies in the grass.
Dig in the dirt until I find clay.
Have playtime with my grandfather who usually would walk to our home by 2:00 pm.
If you can’t tell I was a very eccentric child whose parents allowed her to be weird. One faithful day I decided to forgo my original schedule and stay indoors watching Nickelodeon. Yes, Nickelodeon I was a Nickelodeon kid more than a Disney type of girl add that another eccentric tick mark. While I watched Hey Arnold I got the bright idea to have a snow day in the house. Just so happened we had a large box full of styrofoam leftover from a delivery. Immediately I took out all of the styrofoam, ripped it into tiny pieces, and began to throw it up in the air. When I was done I sat in my mess and continued watching TV with styrofoam in every crevice of the living room. When my father finally came in he flipped out not because of the mess but because of the thought of my mother witnessing the mess Mother can be very very scary. The rest of my afternoon was filled with a vacuum in hand cleaning every square inch of the living room. Although this was my last time having a snow day in the house it wasn’t the last time my imagination got me in trouble.