Childhood

=Stories, memories....= = = Boy 720 It is pretty sad I really don't remember a single thing about my childhood. Something about a fire and a barn that was my day care, oh yes, this is an interesting story! Yes, it was on a barn, I was frolicking about the yard and stepped on a beautiful rusty pitchfork, ah the blood, so nice. Possibly the one where I broke my nose with a see-saw is better, huh, who knew a nose and foot could bleed so much at one place!

Girl 360 When I was five my parents brought our goats to my soccer practice. That's pretty much the gist of my childhood.