This is going to take some thought. I have trouble remembering much of when I was little or even bigger for that matter. Oh well. Here we go…
Where did you live at age five? Is it the same place or town you live now?
I lived in a town called Nutley, NJ. (no jokes, please) I remember we had to walk down a flight of stairs to get to the front door, so the apartment my mom and dad had was below ground level. We weren’t there long, but that was the place when I was five. It was pretty much right outside of NYC. Not huge, but not a one horse town either. And don’t read anything into that. I LOVE horses and small towns. 😉
You are invited to a party that will be attended by many fascinating people you never met. Would you attend this party if you were to go by yourself?
Of course I’d go. I am fascinated by fascinating people. And they would be fascinated with me. LOL (but no Fru Fru dress. Right, Pix?)
Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?
Belleville, NJ. Size wise, I’m not really sure. I guess it was kind of big since I had to take a bus to school. It was right outside of Nutley – next town over – so also – not a one horse town. 😉 But mostly a poor one as I recall. I know we were.
As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I wanted to be a writer and a teacher. I ended up finishing high school, going to secretarial school, getting married at age 19, and working in an office for 25 years. After that 25, I got ‘downsized’ and I’m not talking about my weight! Decided 47 was a good age to start college, graduated and became a teacher. Now when do I become a writer?
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
Last week? Jeff being home from work for a few days.
Looking forward to? Jeff being home for a couple of days.
Since I don’t have any pix from when I was five, I thought I’d share this one. (It is Share Your World, right?) I think I was two. Check out the car. (and the shoes AND THE HAIR DO – OMG!) Then check out Cee’s blog by clicking on the icon below.
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