my parents think i am crazy.
okay, perhaps i should explain that this is quite diffrent from the normal crazy-child my parents label me. this requires a little history, so let us begin.
when i was younger i stumbled across a new book on my gran's shelf (a shelf that held all sorts of wonderfully facinating and pretty books with fairy tales and talking animals and every little kids' fantasy-dreaming on paper) it was called the Pressed Fairy Book...nevermind what it was about, if you've read it, you'll know. and it had, of course, pictures of pressed (squashed) fairies in it..but, as everyone knows, fairys do not wear much clothing..so when mum and my gran found out i was reading it... they confiscated it... or rather hid it... and denied it's existance for almost five years, until i saw it at a book store much later, when i'd all but forgotten about it... so what you say? well, that book was the begining of my sisters and father NEVER believing ANYTHING i say...of course, after everyone knew the truth about the book, that incedent was cleared, but everything else was the same! no matter how much i swore i'd seen and read the book, no one would believe me!!! and no matter how much i swore, ranted raved, got really high pitched and squeaky... NO ONE WOULD BELIEVE ME THAT MUM, DAD AND I HAD A TWENTY MINUTE CONVERSATION LAST NIGHT ABOUT THE NAVAJO INDIANS AND THE MOVIE WINDTALKERS!!!!!!
so they sit there at the dinner table, talking baout what movies to get next (mum got a movie pass)... and dad goes, what about that one with the army and the hopi indians?and i go..no dad it's the navajo indians..remember, we talked about this last night... dad looks at me....blank as a post... i look to mum, who usually laughs this sort of thing off with me and we put it down to dad getting loopy... mum is looking at me blankly too... this is weird say i, laughing... and they still, two hours later...keep looking at me sideways and laughing togather...and craking jokes about sending me to the nut farm...and i'm getting a little hysterical here...
I'M NOT CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
okay, perhaps i should explain that this is quite diffrent from the normal crazy-child my parents label me. this requires a little history, so let us begin.
when i was younger i stumbled across a new book on my gran's shelf (a shelf that held all sorts of wonderfully facinating and pretty books with fairy tales and talking animals and every little kids' fantasy-dreaming on paper) it was called the Pressed Fairy Book...nevermind what it was about, if you've read it, you'll know. and it had, of course, pictures of pressed (squashed) fairies in it..but, as everyone knows, fairys do not wear much clothing..so when mum and my gran found out i was reading it... they confiscated it... or rather hid it... and denied it's existance for almost five years, until i saw it at a book store much later, when i'd all but forgotten about it... so what you say? well, that book was the begining of my sisters and father NEVER believing ANYTHING i say...of course, after everyone knew the truth about the book, that incedent was cleared, but everything else was the same! no matter how much i swore i'd seen and read the book, no one would believe me!!! and no matter how much i swore, ranted raved, got really high pitched and squeaky... NO ONE WOULD BELIEVE ME THAT MUM, DAD AND I HAD A TWENTY MINUTE CONVERSATION LAST NIGHT ABOUT THE NAVAJO INDIANS AND THE MOVIE WINDTALKERS!!!!!!
so they sit there at the dinner table, talking baout what movies to get next (mum got a movie pass)... and dad goes, what about that one with the army and the hopi indians?and i go..no dad it's the navajo indians..remember, we talked about this last night... dad looks at me....blank as a post... i look to mum, who usually laughs this sort of thing off with me and we put it down to dad getting loopy... mum is looking at me blankly too... this is weird say i, laughing... and they still, two hours later...keep looking at me sideways and laughing togather...and craking jokes about sending me to the nut farm...and i'm getting a little hysterical here...
I'M NOT CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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