Okay, so I recently came across some of my favorite little me photos. Here I am again at 2.5 with my brother smiling as always. I believe he's smiling because he knows I'm freaked out. The only memory I have of being at Yellowstone is that everyone kept telling me not to touch the hot water or hot mud or my hand would get stuck or melt off or something. This was quite troublesome considering there was hot water, hot mud and hot geysers everywhere we went as tourists. I can even remember the pictures I created in my imagination of what would happen if I did accidentally fall in or touch any of the previously mentioned hot things. I hope to some day return to Yellowstone to see first hand what it was I was so scared of and to enjoy it. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Monday, January 22, 2007
never a smile on my face...
Okay, so I recently came across some of my favorite little me photos. Here I am again at 2.5 with my brother smiling as always. I believe he's smiling because he knows I'm freaked out. The only memory I have of being at Yellowstone is that everyone kept telling me not to touch the hot water or hot mud or my hand would get stuck or melt off or something. This was quite troublesome considering there was hot water, hot mud and hot geysers everywhere we went as tourists. I can even remember the pictures I created in my imagination of what would happen if I did accidentally fall in or touch any of the previously mentioned hot things. I hope to some day return to Yellowstone to see first hand what it was I was so scared of and to enjoy it. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
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When I was a kid and we climbed up the road to the top of the Smoky Mountains, I cried all the way up in my grandparents camper. I was sure if my grandpa took his foot off the gas, that we would go tumbling back down the mountain. I had never been on a road that steep before, since I lived in Ohio. I can't even tell you how glad I was when we got to the top. I was also greatly disappointed, because I thought I was going to get to touch the cotton like clouds at the top. As my hand went right through the clouds I cried again. Ah, the imagination of a child.
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