Random Samplings of My Early Years

As a child, I secretly wanted to marry Michael Jackson. Well, maybe it wasn't such a secret, as my sisters would tease me constantly about this. It should be noted, that this is when Michael Jackson was still very attractive and not ghost-like. *sigh* Those were the days.


I have two older sisters. They were very bossy and never cleaned their (or my) room. This is why they deserved it when I would discipline them with a wooden spoon.

I became horribly afraid of bees as a child, and it has never worn off.

Once, I asked for homework to do over the Christmas break. I was such a nerd. I think I ended up doing a report on cheetahs. Dork...

My favorite pet every, was Nana. She was named after the dog in Peter Pan, and was part Great Dane. She was loads of fun. One of my best memories of her was when we all sat around watching Nana carefully play tug of war with Crystal's pants until they were ripped off. I'm sure there are pictures around here somewhere... When I was eight, Nana "did not have enough room to run around," she was "taken to a farm when she would play with other Great Danes and have lots of space to run." I was so sad, but happy that she would be happier. It was when I was NINETEEN, my sister was talking about how sad it was that Nana had cancer (or something) and had to be put to sleep. "WHAT?!?!" Nobody told me that! I had pictured her running in fields of daisies for so many years. Lies and deceit! Shameful...

We moved to Orem, Utah when I was ten. It was so exciting to live in a place with not only fast food restaurants, but with stoplights and a city full of elevators! Oh, how I loved elevators. (Now, they're avoided at all cost. I say that it's for my health, but really, I feel kind of claustrophobic in them.

I learned how to ride public transit from my grandma at age twelve. We rode to the mall and back. It was terrifying. Little did I know, that public transportation would become the only way I would get around. Thanks, Grandma Rena. You were so smart.


As a pre-teen, I thought I was pretty clever. I found a bunch of funny quotes, and printed them out in "cool" fonts. I cut them out and taped them all over the walls in my room. My sister moved back home and into my room, and didn't like them at all. I guess that they made the room look like a garage sale. (Huh?)

This same sister once stopped me mid-sentence and said "You know, Bonny, when you start talking, I stop listening." I was horribly offended, and she felt so bad. I like to remind her of when she said this as often as possible. (It's true that I did ramble on and talk very fast. It was hard to keep up sometimes.)