My grandpa called me "Worrywart." I didn't ask questions all the time because I was worried about things, I just wanted to know WHY. He called me Worrywart because I worried HIM with all my talking!
|4 Years Old|
Looking back at pictures of me, I see a skinny kid who had a big smile in the few pictures we have of that time in my life. I also see I inherited my mother's skills in cutting off heads and feet in pictures. Thank goodness for today's digital cameras and preview screens.
Fast forward to today: I still have excitement and zest for life. It still doesn't take a lot to make me happy. I have toned down the talking and always asking questions. In fact, I think most who know me would agree that I'm more often the listener instead of the talker. (Okay, maybe not when I am with my sister.)
I still laugh a lot. There's nothing I enjoy more than a funny story. I'm no longer skinny, but at least I've learned to dress my babies and myself with cute, fashionable clothing.
It's a great life!
This post was written in response to Writer's Workshop prompt 2.) Ask a parent to describe what you were like as a small child (under the age of 7), do you still have the same tendencies? How about you? What were you like as a small child? Share your story in the comments below, or link up at Kat's blog, Mama's Losin' It.