My doctor and I were talking about me setting some boundaries in my life. In my personal live. After increasing my medication, I told him that I had set some boundaries in my life. He said, that was great. I told him, ” No that was it wasn’t good, because I ran out of clean forks and underwear. That I didn’t do any thing I didn’t want to do like dishes or laundry.” He told me that I had a wicked sense of humor. The only thing he didn’t know about was that I wasn’t kidding.
Now for a story about my younger sister. This was many moons ago. When she was about 3 years old, she decided to run away from home. This was early morning. She left the house in her P.J.’s, with her house coat on. I can still see that house coat. The house coat was red with umbrellas on it. She had put on Momma’s high heels and a black purse. Of course we all ran and told Momma that she had run way. Momma got up and opened the front door. There was my sister with her house coat, high heels with her purse. Momma laughed so hard that it took a moment or two before she could go and bring my sister back.
Speaking of running away, my brother ran away when he was about, humm, I don’t know because he was my older brother. But anyway, he went down to Nanna’s house a couple of houses away. He climbed up into their apple tree and wouldn’t come down. Of course we told on him and he had to come down. These are some of the stories of growing up.