Strong on the surface, not all the way thru.
After my dreaming, i woke with this fear. what am i leaving when i'm done here? So if you're asking me, I want you to know. When my times comes forget the wrong that i've done. Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed. Don't resent me when you're feeling empty. Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest.
^^Linkin Park
^^Linkin Park
So I promised that I would share funny stories about my life. But before I can, I should explain a few important details. First of all, I traveled around so much because I was a Missionary Kid. My parents were missionaries, going around translating the Bible into different languages. Languages are one of my dad's special talents. So we moved almost ever 4 years until I was around 12. I was born in Colombia, South America. I have 2 siblings. Allen, who is almost 18, was born in Spain. My sister Kari, who is now 13, was born in Pakistan. My parents would joke that instead of collecting souveniers in countries, they collected kids. :)
My mom is no longer with us, but her memories are very funny and I'll never ever forget her! She homeschooled us until she died in 2000. And she was very good at it too. Instead of silly field trips and things, we would go to places like mosques (Muslim "churches") and other random places.
One memory I have is a time in Pakistan. My sister was a year old or two and we got to visit a mosque. As Christians, we weren't allowed in the prayer room and such. But it was custom that you weren't allowed to wear shoes inside of the mosque. So we all took them off. Well, of course, the floors were polished and very very SLIPPERY! We kept falling and tripping all over the place. It's very hard not to laugh when you are falling a lot but mommy kept getting mad at us kids because we were being loud in a "holy place". Yeah, try telling that to kids ages 1, 5 and around 9. It's not easy. Well we made it through the day there without too much interruption. You try that someday. Make sure to wear slippery socks on a polished, waxed floor. Let me know how that goes! :)
My mom is no longer with us, but her memories are very funny and I'll never ever forget her! She homeschooled us until she died in 2000. And she was very good at it too. Instead of silly field trips and things, we would go to places like mosques (Muslim "churches") and other random places.
One memory I have is a time in Pakistan. My sister was a year old or two and we got to visit a mosque. As Christians, we weren't allowed in the prayer room and such. But it was custom that you weren't allowed to wear shoes inside of the mosque. So we all took them off. Well, of course, the floors were polished and very very SLIPPERY! We kept falling and tripping all over the place. It's very hard not to laugh when you are falling a lot but mommy kept getting mad at us kids because we were being loud in a "holy place". Yeah, try telling that to kids ages 1, 5 and around 9. It's not easy. Well we made it through the day there without too much interruption. You try that someday. Make sure to wear slippery socks on a polished, waxed floor. Let me know how that goes! :)
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