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Sunday Starters

I'm not sure if I'm going to keep up with a different 'theme' for blogging every day. Sometimes I like it, and sometimes I hate it. But what I do know is that Sundays are no longer Fundays. (well, in reality, I'm sure they still will be). Instead, I want to do this:

I start a sentence, and we all fill it in. However we want. There is only one rule: You have to play the game too.


Example:
Happiness is...
...a warm puppy
...time with my family
...a myth
...knowing that in the end, he/she's got my back.
...impossible to pin down.



This week's starter:
When I was six, I thought...

Comments

Terra said…
When I was six, I thought my mom was pregnant, and I was right!
Nadine said…
When I was six, I thought that marrying my best (boy)friend after school was a very sensible thing to do. And so I did. Multiple times.
Ms Unger said…
. . . only wanted two things: to be 11 and to be a babysitter.
Laura J said…
When I was six I thought I would for sure be Suzy Snowflake at the school Christmas production. I was wrong. I was a tree.
Anonymous said…
we would get a new canary after we moved to our new home, but we didn't.
Mindy said…
When I was six, I thought I could fly and jumped off the porch about 2~3m high off the ground.
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mellamovaca said…
when i was six i thought sesame street was a real place and i wanted to move there. but the big orange dog scared me.
francy said…
When I was six ... my mom had to break the news to me that every person eventually dies. I remember being absolutely devastated.
Jill said…
When I was six, I thought it was perfectly acceptable to poke people to get their attention. My first grade teacher thought otherwise.
afro-chick said…
i was the most beautiful girl in the world. my grandmother repeatedly told me otherwise.
J.r. Fisher said…
. . . . that, at the same time I wanted to be older, and yet never age at all.
Katie V. said…
...I thought that cracks in the road were made by either dinosaurs or earthquakes.
...I thought that BC meant the edge of the world and that you could fall off there.
Beth said…
thanks everyone - this is great so far!

and just so you know, i'll post mine at the start of next week with a new question (so i don't unduly influence anyone's thoughts).

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