In 19, 19, 1999!

It is time. Sit down, little Newbies, and I will tell you of a time long past.

In the fa-ha-habulous year listed above, I was but an adorable, though admittedly somewhat simple-minded four year old. I loved nothing more than to spin around in circles in my kitchen first thing in the a.m. until I was so dizzy, I swore I could FEEL the world spinning. While I did this, I would yell out,"I'm a helicopter!" repeatedly until one or both of my parents came downstairs to give me my dang Froot Loops.

I rather enjoyed Froot Loops at this point in my life. Though I didn't like the way they made the milk taste. I usually spent a good four minutes arguing with Mummy-dearest about it. I still don't like the way it tastes.

If the day was fair, my mother would then shoo me outside to play. I loved our backyard and thought I was the coolest kid ever because I had a crocodile teeter-totter (a gift on my second birthday), a treehouse (one of them playhouse things put on a platform, built by my Dadd-eh!) AND a pool (above -ground). I wasn't allowed to play near the pool though. I remember my mother saying something foolish like...'you might drown'? Ridiculous right? I could swim just fine, as long as I had Captain Quacky (my big duck floatie)by my side.

I'd probably play with my big sister Danita in the treehouse at some point, where she'd tell me stories of the 'Jelly Bean Monster' that lived on the treehouse roof. In reality, I later discovered this was a shadow of the play house chimney.

I'd  watch 'The Young and the Restless' and 'Bold & the Beautiful" with my mother after lunch, even though I didn't really get what was happening. Gotta love them stories. In reality, what I really loved was all the pretty dresses and outfits the actresses wore.

After that I'd nap. And oh, how wonderful those naps were (insert dreamy sigh here). I would dream of the most magnificent things, like pigs that could fly and cookies that could talk.I don't know why I wanted cookies to talk, I just did. I'm odd that way.:P

My day would slowly wind down from there. Unlike most small children, in the winter time, instead of a bath, I'd sometimes get to go for a dip in the indoor family hot tub, with supervision of course. Again about that drowning thing *sigh*. After that it was stories, more stories, and hugs and kisses.

Looking back, I can openly admit that if I had needed to deal with four year old me, I would have insisted the child (me) was as mad as Johnny Depp playing the Mad Hatter.I was one crazy, hyper-active and downright too dang happy child!

That is all.

Perry-V