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Crazy Things I did When I was a young Lassie

Tagged by: Bookbutterfly
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4. Write 5 crazy things you did as a little kid
5. Tag 5 people

Crazy Things:
1. I cut my own hair when I was about three or four. I did it with safety scissors. My mom was sad that I cut off my baby curls.
2. I almost electrocuted myself as well. I stuck my finger in the sock on a chain of those big fat Christmas lights.
3. I split my chin open while fight over a stool in the bathroom. I had to get stitches.
4. When I was four or five, I push my friend down the stairs. I don't think it was just for kicks, I think he was being a mean and I was mad . . . not that it was right.
5. I drank water from a watering can, even though my dad told me not to. It had Miracle Grow in it. As you can see, I'm still kicking. But kids, don't try this at home.

I tag: Cuileann, Enna Isilee, Ani Isilee, Tree Rat Girl and mimagirl

Comments

  1. Yay for kids who almost electricute themselves! Just kidding. I guess I wasn't the only kid who did that. ;)

    Those are some pretty crazy stuff you did. I like how you renamed it to "When I was a Young Lassie". Cute! :D

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  2. Sounds like you were a dangerous child.

    This will be fun to do. :D

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  3. Actually, I was a pretty safe kid. I've always been shy, but sometimes people would really get me.

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