a good memory.. to make up for the bad one...

I just happened to look at my blog today and realized that my post from yesterday was kind of bitter/angry. First of all, let me say that there was a lot more that happened in my head/in reality than I mention in the post. I am sure I was at fault too, I just don't see how! :P Also, not that it matters, but I am not some spoilt brat who thinks the world revolves around her. I am a spoilt brat, for sure, but my expectations are definitely tempered by how things actually work.

Anyway, the good memory. I have a number of best friends. I am just that lucky!! My oldest best friend is a girl called, shall we say, Rapunzel. Well, Rapunzel is 2 years older than I am and has a brother called, shall we say, Rumpelstiltskin. And Rumpelstiltskin is a year older than I am. I have known Rapunzel since I was 2 or 3 years old! Anyway, when I was little, I had long hair. I am talking about two feet to three feet long. Anyway, poor old Rapunzel had issues growing her hair long. She couldn't get it past her shoulder's length. She used to be jealous of my hair. (Um, I didn't care one way or another, my mum used to tend to my hair, as long as the hair-caring didn't cut into my play time, she could do whatever she wanted with it.)

One day Rapunzel, Rumpelstiltskin and I were playing on the grounds right by our houses. (We lived close by.) We were playing pakada pakadi (tag - wow! I had to look at the Merriam Webster to make sure I wasn't confusing tag with catch, which I was :P) and I was it. For some bizarre reason (actually, she wanted to pretend that she had long hair as well, in fact hair that was longer than mine), Rapunzel had donned a wig that day. It was a braid that was about four feet long. I remember running to catch Rapunzel and grabbing hold of her hair. And lo! and behold!! her hair came into my hand, and she was still running!! I remember a huge argument ensued regarding whether she was out or not. Ofcourse, I championed her being out, contact is contact!!

I think Rumpelstiltskin tried to mediate, but that poor guy, she and I always united to pick on him. I think in the end he ended up being it. I am not sure anymore.

You can't appreciate the hilarity of the situation unless you were there. Or maybe I am losing my touch with regaling people with my wonderfully funny anecdotes. Right! Like that's even a possibility!!?!! ;)

Toad the wet sprocket - Walk on the ocean (I have been doing that a lot of late, love the ocean!)