Please make sure there is enough room Let me crawl up here too soon And curl up no matter how big Your lap is the perfect place to dance a jig
You know how toddlers love to play in your lap while you’re trying to work on something? Vincent, my dog (whose almost a year old now) also loves to do that when I’m trying to work on the computer even though he’s much too big to fit there anymore!
Well, with winter coming at least I’ll be extra warm. (laughs)
Had enough time for everything,
Never on the run.
Plenty of time for fun,
More time for myself
Reading books upon my shelf.
No worries or cares,
Don’t really have to share.
Selfish with my time,
Could turn around on the dime.
This was my life at sixteen.
Life at sixteen was very different for me compared to my friends. At first there were only five in my house (my mother, older sister, younger sister, younger brother and me) then my second eldest sister, who was pregnant at the time, moved back in with her two small children (toddlers, one could walk…sort of). This was only slightly strange for me because I was used to lots of people in the house (I am six of eight), but I was used to being amongst the youngest group, not the eldest.
I’d never really had a curfew before that and the only reason we had one after was because sound carried in our house. If you came home and were just slightly too loud, you woke the children (and eventually, the baby) which would then wake the whole house. No one was happy about that so it was decided by all that a curfew for everyone would be set and it would be enforced by the fact that if you woke the children up (one or all three) then you had to put them to sleep by yourself. (It was considered fair by everyone.)
Life has never been the same since, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.