Peacocks are beautiful specimen...however, in my youth, I didn't make the connection that our neighbor down the street, ironically named Mr. Peacock (seriously), had a bunch of peacocks in his backyard. So when I heard the sounds that peacocks make (can you imagine it in your head right now?) I truly thought there were some demons or something in the fields behind our house calling my name..."Danielle"...."Danielle"..."Danielle". So, next time that you hear a peacock, pay attention. It's really creepy.
Kindergarten spotlight. I had to make a poster with my favorite things. My favorite food? Artichokes. My favorite animal? A horny toad.
Now, I totally remembered this recently and somehow I had kept the memory hidden far away until it all came rushing back to me. When I was little, for some reason I thought it was totally comfortable to stand with my stomach sort of sticking out, my bum sticking out (so I would have a major arch going on in my back to maneuver this) and my elbows would be bent, holding my hands up by my chest. My wrists would be relaxed so my hands just sorf of hung there. Can you imagine this? I would just walk around with my hands hanging there. It was really comfortable, I promise. I couldn't find a picture of me doing this but you have to believe me! Ask my sis, she'll confirm this.
Exhibit D: In second grade, I licked my boyfriends desk while everyone was at recess so that I could catch his cooties. Brilliant.
Exhibit E: I liked sleeping on the kitchen floor.
So, you make the judgement...odd child? I like to think of me as unique ;)