I wrote this for a homework assignment in sixth grade. My sister found it for me. It was supposed to be a Christmas present, but she couldn't wait. I think it says something about our personalities that she had a copy of it, and I didn't. I am also left wondering if this is still an accurate "recipe" of me:
If there were a recipe of me
It most certainly would be:
One half cup of eccentric,
One third cup of cinematic,
Four teaspoons of thoughtful,
Two dashes of bashful,
Half a teaspoon of curiosity, and
One cup of gentle ferocity.
A bit of careful teasing,
Mix in with loud wheezing
(Hey, it's not my fault; I have allergies!).
A tablespoon of golden strands
to be braided by my hands.
Stir in stretchy bands,
A drop of childlike happiness, and
Three thirds cup of silliness.
Put it in a pan for a cake—
Careful! There is a lot at stake!
I mean, seriously, I don't really have allergies anymore. (Strange. I know, but true - except to cats and dogs, and Devin refuses to let us get those. Do you suppose that's all I ever was actually allergic to?)
Do you want some pictures? I'm still trying to be more diligent about pictures. (I don't know why you can't see them sometimes, Grandma. You should always be able to come to the actual blog to see them though. Click here to do that, and you can scroll through and see the pictures you missed too!)