Flashback posts will be funny stories from my past for any time I want to post and don't have much to really say.
Let me first preface this flashback by letting you know a little something about me. Now, not many people know this, so don't let it get out too far. When I was little, I was very mischievious. And, had a great love for my older sister and her many belongings. And I loved dolls.
Now, these little known secrets are not something that frequently crossed paths, but on this one occassion, the stars aligned to bring me trouble.
I was about 7 years old, and my sister was gone for the day. I wandered into her room, and there, sitting on her bed, was her beloved doll, Tiffany.
So, I did what any red-blooded American child would do.... I took her.
TO PLAY with, not to steal.
I marched outside, and played with Tiffany joyously, swinging her in circles and tossing her in the air and catching her.
The problem arouse when I ran a little too close to the house. Up Tiffany soared into the air...down she fell....onto the GUTTER!
You would think that the problem would be Tiffany getting stuck on the roof. But, alas, if it was only that easy.
Down came Tiffany...in two pieces!! The wonderful and beloved doll was decapitated in a way that only scared me down to my very soul.
In I ran into the house, stealthily sneaking into her room to replace the wounded doll. I sat her body in the same place, then carefully positioned the head atop.
I am sure you can imagine the next scene.
Heather comes home from her playdate, goes to her room to check on all her things, picks up her doll to embrace her, when...
She is still scarred to this day.