Scribbit’s Write-Away Contest
One of my favorite bloggers is hosting a March Write-Away Contest and the topic is childhood memories. I’m not much into contests since I don’t think I’d win (I know, not much positive thinking on my part), but this subject is of an interest to me since I’ve written two posts about my childhood memories growing up in Viet Nam
Some of you have graciously amused me by reading them already, but if you haven’t had the chance to read it…please go, amuse me some more. I’ve documented my childhood memories in these two posts, The Year of the Monkey in Viet Nam and My life’s beginning in Viet Nam continues. Thanks for reading!
One of my favorite bloggers is hosting a March Write-Away Contest and the topic is childhood memories. I’m not much into contests since I don’t think I’d win (I know, not much positive thinking on my part), but this subject is of an interest to me since I’ve written two posts about my childhood memories growing up in Viet Nam
Some of you have graciously amused me by reading them already, but if you haven’t had the chance to read it…please go, amuse me some more. I’ve documented my childhood memories in these two posts, The Year of the Monkey in Viet Nam and My life’s beginning in Viet Nam continues. Thanks for reading!
Thanks for sharing your stories, Betty! I hadn’t seen the Year of the Monkey tale before and really enjoyed it.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… your childhood stories rock. More please!
beautiful memories.
I had a typical american upbringing. I learned about dog poo at the age of three when I rolled down a hill in our yard that was littered with dog poo.
I fell out of two trees between the ages of 4 and 14, leaving me with a 3″ scar on my right side and an everlasting fear of heights.
at the age of 14 I was racing my brothers down a hill and fell and some how landed on a stick so that one end jammed itself hard enough against my collar bone that I still can feel the spot where the bone chip is still missing
I learned that diving head first into the 3′ end of the swimming pool is not a good idea. I also learned that head wounds bleed–alot.
Getting hit in the head by a bag full of baseball bats also can give you a headache
don’t get me started on matches and fires
I did ok with knives tho’. I only have two scars from knives.
Thank you for sharing Betty….
I just love coming here…With a cup of coffee and hanging with you!