How I Entertained Myself Growing Up As An Only Child
I was always busy
- •Started a "club" in which I was the president, treasurer, and VP so no one could dethrone me when they came over and wanted to join
- •Talked to myself. A lot.
- •Read books aloud and made up my own endings when I was bored with the story
- •Watched tv and ran to the piano to play whichever theme song or commercial jingle I had just heard from memoryI wish I still had this talent
- •Ran a travel agency that operated out of the space beneath my dad's desk and only accepted pennies as payment
- •Hid in the guest room's tiny atrium and read books so I could feel like I was semi-outside (even though we had a backyard so my parents found this odd)Probably because it was odd
- •Built the most lavish, spacious blanket forts you've ever seen and slept in them because I was committed to my work
- •Quoted "I Love Lucy" episodes with my mom
- •Pestered my dad into playing "Heart and Soul" with me on piano every single day like clockwork until our timing was perfect (and he was begging me to learn a new song)
- •Twirled my purple parasol and sang "Meet Me in St. Louis"Cybill Shepherd bought me that parasol for my 6th birthday and I would like to be buried with it plz
- •Hundreds of cartwheels
- •Played handball against the front door while learning all the lyrics to TLC's "CrazySexyCool"
- •Noticed how unusually hairy my uncle Allen was, so I covered him in scotch tape while he was sleeping