My dad told me the other day that when I was little, about 2 or 3 or 4ish (How old are kids when they start to walk? 9?) I used to like to pull the Christmas tree down. I'd just yank on the bottom branches till it toppled over and then giggle or dance or something.
My dad solved the problem by tying the tree to the curtain rod and then I would just pull and pull until I got bored.
This is one of the many reasons why I was the "bad" child.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
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