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1. Wareham, Massachusetts: A milestone? Umm…birth. 2. Witchita Falls, Texas: My uncle threw me into the deep end of the pool to “teach” me to swim, turning a mild fear of water into terror. 3. A couple of towns outside Langley AFB, Virginia: My sister was born and I was attacked by an insane, vicious goose. (Different days) 4. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: We stayed with my former step-grandparents while awaiting our passports, and I got my first inkling I’m not a city girl. 5. Bicester and RAF Upper Heyford, England: My brother was born. It was from the base bookstore that I bought my first Little House on the Prairie book. I fell in love with Buck Rogers. Also had my spelling screwed up for life. 6. A brief stay in Lynn, Massachusetts while waiting to report to the next base: My uncle driving us through rush-hour traffic in Boston at a gazillion miles per hour. I still have flashbacks. 7. Plattsburgh AFB and Peru, New York: First kiss. Kneed a boy in his insignificant little family jewels for the first time. (Different boys, separate incidents) Got my first C in school. It was for science, and his name was Mr. Williams. Not that I hold a grudge or anything. 8. Centreville, Massachusetts: Tried my first cigarette. Dumbass. 9. Several New Hampshire towns, but primarily Pittsfield: Many milestones here. Good ones, too, mostly. Some a little hazy due to copious amounts of alcohol. 10. Pittsfield, Maine: Leaving was a good milestone 11. Grovespring, Missouri: Graduated from high school. Milked a cow. Listened to people who say “dubya” and “PEE-can” tell me I talk funny. Milked more cows. 12. St. Albans, Maine: Hmm….there was….no….umm…. 13. Back to New Hampshire: I’m HOME! All the best milestones happened here—marriage, two babies, seeing my name on the cover of a book. Setting my stepmother’s Easter bouquet on fire. Stuff like that. |
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I like “Different Boys, Separate Incidents.”
I think it would make a great book title.
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Hey now….I was raised in Missouri and I say double U and Pecahn. :neener:
And I never once milked a cow. ‘Course I grew up in the big city, ya know. :cowboy:
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you roam, don’t you?
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Home is a good place to be Shan, glad you made it back. I haven’t lived thirteen different places. Don’t think I’ve lived in thirteen different houses!
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*giggling uncontrollably* Set easter bouquet on fire?!
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Believe it or not, I had to condense a few places and even leave a couple out to fit the 13. But it’s about 16 years here now, with 12 in the same house, so I’m on a roll.
Rae, Jaci’s blog is giving me that message, and I even have registered access to it. I’m not a spammer, either. :eyebrow: I don’t remember RAF Chicksands, but we went to RAF…Croughton (?) once because they had a wicked big toy store. It was pretty. They had sheep.
I’ll have to tell the Easter bouquet story at some point. Definitely one for life’s highlight reel. :baby:
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:baby: I can’t believe this is the last TT.
Feels like we just got started. I love your list. I was at RAF Chicksands, so we went to Upper Heyford a couple of times–very pretty base. And I’m cracking up at #8. Wanna quit with me?
Oh and I figured out why I’m moderated–something with the ISP because it would not let me comment on Sylvia Day’s because it said I was a spammer. :wtf: I am not.
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Heh on the MO thing. Both That Man and I grew up in MO–me on a farm, him in our hometown of a whopping 800 citizens (he’s the “city boy”). He talks way worse than I do! “Sody” for Soda–or what’s wrong with plain old Coke?–makes me cringe every time. Happy last TT.
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THis is a good idea and I could definitely do it too, since we’ve moved a lot. Yikes. I also like the two different boys, separate incidents AND the lighting the boquet on fire. :boogie: You crack me up. Ooh, also the vicious goose. :lmao:
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“2. Witchita Falls, Texas: My uncle threw me into the deep end of the pool to “teach†me to swim, turning a mild fear of water into terror”
You poor poor thing
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Hey, he was the same uncle who drove us through Boston at 80mph, too.
:eyebrow:
Huh. It was also courtesy of him that I learned I will hit the throttle when panicking on a three-wheeler instead of the brake. I will also hold on to it as I roll down the wooded hill, instead of letting go and being free of it.
He also owned the parrot that got tangled in my hair and, along with the vicious Virginian goose, cemented my fear of birds.
And he owned the pig that was thrown on my head while I was sleeping on his couch. Yes, the couch was in the house. So was the pig.
Huh.
And therapists claim I should blame my parents? :eyebrow:
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how come I can’t steal that lovely linky software. Damn blogger.:rant:
I think I’ve even heard of some of those places!
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Kate, the Mister Linky can be found here: http://www.blenza.com/linkies/wizard.php
Shan, more stuff we have in common! It’s not just That Dumbass Tom Brady anymore!
I was born in England ’cause my dad was in the Air Force. Don’t remember it though, and my spelling is fine.
I’ve lived in Massachusetts and New York, too.