I used to have a birthmark behind one of my ears. I forget which. It began to grow, and I had it removed. I could hear the scissors snip and feel the pressure against my skull. The birthmark was benign.
I am terribly afraid of snakes and I seriously dislike frogs. Their heads and eyes scare me.
I once had a gekko crawl up my bare leg during worship in a Sunday morning service.
I am afraid of open water and therefore too afraid to scuba dive and snorkel too far from the shore.
I could live on bread and cheese alone. Add the odd ham or salami and that would be nice too.
I sometimes think that if horses understood their amazing strength, they would never let anyone ride them.
I love being a mother. I love being needed. I love being the one they call for when they are sick, hurting or feeling sad. I hate it when I can't make them feel better. I worry a little about what will happen to me when they grow up and move away.
I am terrible at making gravy.
I look up to my mother. I believe I see her flaws, but her qualities far outshine them all, and if I could only be half the woman she is, I will be a good woman.
I sometimes cry because I cannot imagine ever living without my husband. I sometimes suddenly become afraid that something will happen to him.
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