I love pictures. I simply love them. They bring back so many wonderful memories.I remember when I was about six, and I was on a joyous visit to my Aunt and Uncle's house. I thought it would be such fun! It didn't matter that there were no kids my age to play with, I was certain that my sister who is four years older than me, and my cousin who is two years older than her, would play with me. Well I was right, but they didn't have the same kind of fun in mind that I did. They tied me up gagged me, and shoved me in between two beanbags...
As if that were not enough, instead of rescuing me, Uncle Jimmy yelled "Be still, Let me get my camera!" That is probably the moment I learned a very important principal. Don't cry over split milk, take a picture of it!
Being a good student, when Juliannah yelled for help, I said "Just a minute, let me get my camera!"
Juliannah, also the youngest, became the victim of her youngest older brother, and her older sister. They overpowered her and tied her up with electrical tape. However, if you look closely at the picture you will see the sparkle in her eyes... She loved every minute of it. I am so glad that memory lives in me.
Another example, Christmas, Oma (my MIL) started chasing kids with a Nerf gun. We will never forget this! Let me help you preserve some.
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| Oma on the warpath! |
DaNella
