I was born in Bermuda. Yes. The island. No. I don't remember it. I moved to Atlanta, Georgia around the age of 3. If you want to know how absolutely amazing it was, ask my parents. They had the pleasure of living there for 9 years. I don't want to think of their activities prior to my birth. I like to forget that my parents ever had a life before me. Far too disturbing. 

Moving on... I also don't know much about my time spent in Georgia. I have only a few memories of my time there. One of those memories is of me colouring on the walls of a friend's room because she told me it was washable and that she was allowed to do it all the time. I also remember being yelled at for quite some time afterwords. The other four memories are the following:

1) My kindergarden teacher never gave me a sticker and made me sit in the corner without the other kids. Then I remember my mother coming to pick me up, not believing me that my teacher made me the only student in the class to sit in the corner and go without having a gold star all day.

2) I remember a neighbourhood kid came over to 'play' with me in my backyard, then hit a beehive with a baseball bat, ran into my house and shut the door on me. I remember being in a lot of pain....and terrified of bees ever since.

3) I remember losing two of my teeth, 1 in a milkdude at a movie the other in an apple in my backyard. I remember feeling jipped by the toothfairy because I lost them both in the same week and for some reason in 'tooth land' that means my teeth were less valuable...

4) The night before the big move to Springdale, Arkansas, all I wanted to do was stay in my friend Meridith's treehouse over night since her father had JUST finished building it....being denied that option...and leaving without a proper goodbye to my best friend.

Arkansas...I remember pretty much everything, so a condensed list would be practically impossible, however I will try to highlight some of my favourite parts of living in Arkansas...here:

1) Having the coolest neighbour/best friend ever, who continues to rock, even when she and I aren't exactly what you would call neighbours anymore (although technically the U.S. is a neighbour to Canada and the fantabulous 'interweb' fixes most of the other locational problems).

2)Having walkie-talkies that allowed me to hear the phone conversations of our neighbours.

3) Having a fall that lasted longer than a week. Us Canadians don't really experience a real fall season.

4) Mmmm. southern cooking. Tex-Mex/Mexican food.

5) Racing caterpillars in my backyard with Ms. Jenni Johnson. We had caterpillar Olympics....no joke.

6) Fourth of July fireworks.... such a great time. One thing you have to give Americans credit for is finding great excuses for holidays: great food, great people, always a great time.

7) Most people there will agree that Bill Clinton was always a cheating, lying, dirty bastard (not arguing against his politics, just his personality)

When the weatherman even mentioned the idea of snow, school was always cancelled...and we always had snow in the winter. *smile*

9) At least during the time I lived there and in the neighbourhood I lived in, people were always friendly and the door was always open for company.