When I was really small I fell down a few stairs and split my bottom lip open. I got stitches; I don't remember it. My mother told me. I mention this for no reason at all.
My favorite colors are inconsequential, so there's no reason to even post them here. It would frankly be a waste of space (and typing time).
A little girl tried to steal my big wheel when I was 4 years old. My mom made her wait until I came home from across the street and down a few doors. The girl had removed her shoes. She was poor. I felt pity, so I didn't say anything rude when I snatched my plastic hot rod from her tear-soaked fingers. I mention this because it taught me a valuable lesson.
If I ever became pregnant, I would be the high-carrying type.
I'm a lot like a sapling in too many ways to mention even one of them, ever.
That's pretty much everything there is to say, in the whole of all Christendom.
I love prams.
I am talented, kind, and introspective