I remember being babysat across the valley in Cold Springs (Reno Park) during the summer and there were twin girls, older than myself that either lived there, got babysat there or lived nearby. One day we were told to go outside and ride our bicycles, as was standard practice of all mothers/babysitters back in the day, that way you could get paid without actually doing anything, hmmmmm smart. ANYWAYS, as we were riding bicycles, the twins rode the same bike, I guess as all twins do, one on the handlebars, one on the seat, both barefoot. Well, the one riding "bitch" (on the handlebars) somehow, her foot slipped into the spokes of the bike not only chopping up her bare foot, but causing the bike to flip so both twins, in very short shorts and halter tops got cut up, bloody, road rash all over them. We were I'm guessing around two blocks away from the sitters house so we had to help both of them hobble and hop back, as well as push the bike back to the house. I remember a lot of blood and the babysitter actually screaming at the top of her lungs when we made it into the yard inside the fence and dropped the crying twins and the bike into the dirt. We of course were all in trouble........umm didn't you tell us pretty much to get lost?
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Memoirs of a crazy childhood....Chapter 7
I remember being babysat across the valley in Cold Springs (Reno Park) during the summer and there were twin girls, older than myself that either lived there, got babysat there or lived nearby. One day we were told to go outside and ride our bicycles, as was standard practice of all mothers/babysitters back in the day, that way you could get paid without actually doing anything, hmmmmm smart. ANYWAYS, as we were riding bicycles, the twins rode the same bike, I guess as all twins do, one on the handlebars, one on the seat, both barefoot. Well, the one riding "bitch" (on the handlebars) somehow, her foot slipped into the spokes of the bike not only chopping up her bare foot, but causing the bike to flip so both twins, in very short shorts and halter tops got cut up, bloody, road rash all over them. We were I'm guessing around two blocks away from the sitters house so we had to help both of them hobble and hop back, as well as push the bike back to the house. I remember a lot of blood and the babysitter actually screaming at the top of her lungs when we made it into the yard inside the fence and dropped the crying twins and the bike into the dirt. We of course were all in trouble........umm didn't you tell us pretty much to get lost?
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You all got in trouble because the babysitter wasn't doing her job?! Man, I hope karma did a nasty one on her.
Oh, and P.S. I LOVE LOVE LOVE your new page! This is so hot!
Unfortunately, that babysitter did have some bad karma, but it affected her son who is now a paraplegic (sp?) Sad but true.
Nice. Don't babysit much like that any more do they!
Too much time on your hands so *another* change to the page background?! :-) Looks very girly. Good.
Thoughts out to Jay. (In your sidebar.) Having never had a drink in my life, I can be of no help to him other than in my thoughts. Hopefully there is a support system there for him that he uses on a regular basis. I'm told it is the *ONLY* way to success.
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