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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...

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  1. Terra3:39 PM

    When I was six, I thought my mom was pregnant, and I was right!

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  2. Nadine3:52 PM

    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.

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  3. Ms Unger4:35 PM

    . . . only wanted two things: to be 11 and to be a babysitter.

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  4. Laura J6:27 PM

    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.

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  5. Anonymous6:29 PM

    we would get a new canary after we moved to our new home, but we didn't.

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  6. Mindy9:34 PM

    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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  8. mellamovaca10:06 PM

    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.

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  9. francy10:58 PM

    When I was six ... my mom had to break the news to me that every person eventually dies. I remember being absolutely devastated.

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  10. Jill12:32 AM

    When I was six, I thought it was perfectly acceptable to poke people to get their attention. My first grade teacher thought otherwise.

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  11. afro-chick2:25 PM

    i was the most beautiful girl in the world. my grandmother repeatedly told me otherwise.

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  12. J.r. Fisher4:37 PM

    . . . . that, at the same time I wanted to be older, and yet never age at all.

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  13. Katie V.6:50 PM

    ...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.

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  14. Beth7:37 PM

    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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