Im still a mouthy brat per my mother.
Also still brunette, and willing to ride most anything I can swing a leg over. I just try to avoid ponies now; my feet drag.
Im still a daydreamer and wildly imaginative
My curly hair..goofy smile..the love of reading and music
My patience for doing things. I used to sit for hours making model cars, planes, bikes etc. all with tiny parts. I have rebuilt 3 cars, one of my own and 2 others that required a lot of attention to detail. I still love to do things with my hands and my job requires that same mentality at times. Now when comes to being patient with stupid people, well that has grown thin over the years. That has changed.
I have always felt out of place. Like I was brought here from another planet & abandoned by my own race as some kind of sick experiment. Over the years I have learned to act as if I fit in but I really don't. It's hard sometimes to repress the real me. The only other explanation I can think of is reincarnation. For some reason old things seem to make me feel more comfortable. Things from before I was born. Sometimes when I go antique shopping I feel like theres A kind of De Je Vue. I have got that alot over the years not only things but places. Places I have visited & knew I had never been there before.
A few things. I leave and shut down if overwhelmed. I still like my hair to be played with. Still have the same bad dream when i am sick. And still drinks put of the bottle in the fridge lol
My blonde hair.
*Elbows my colorist in the neck and threatens bodily harm*
No in all seriousness.
My curiosity. I have always been curious to know things and to gain knowledge about the world, people and about almost any subject. I find everyone I meet fascinating in one way or another. I find the world around me interesting. I like to contemplate and learn. I have always been like this.
Still sweet and sleep with the light on every night.
My mother taught me how to be a gentleman when I was about 10. I've never changed.
I'm still naively optimistic and hopeful and can be a bit impulsive
I still procrastinate. I still HATE to be the center of attention in a room full of family or friends.
When the debate is lost, slander becomes the tool of the loser. Socrates Physically, my big brown eyes.
I still love to do business. When I was little, I used to sell candy bars in our neighbourhood and felt good about it.
I am still shy, having great conversations, using my imagination, womens eyes.
i still suck my thumb when i sleep
my newest :)
I'm STILL a crack shot. (No Davy Crockett BS I shot my first squirrel when my Dad shouldered the .410 shotgun and I aimed it and squeezed the trigger at age 3!)
I'm still tall and big built. I was at school and I haven't shrunk!
