Little e is having her first sleepover tonight, staying at her cousin's place. It feels like a bit of a big deal, you know, one of lifes' little sign posts.
I hope she goes okay and doesn't wake everyone up in the middle of the night (as she's prone to do at home).
My childhood memories of early sleepovers are mostly happy, if occasionally traumatic. Have I ever told you about the time I stayed at my friend Myles' house? That is an epic story right there. It involves dreaming that I was going to the toilet on the toilet. Whereas in reality the 'toilet' was less an actual toilet and more the middle of the floor in Myles' room...
Tell me if you haven't heard this one, because it's a story worthy of a proper post.
Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)
Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)
4 comments:
I've not heard it...
I hoped you'd say that
I have a similar story, but am much less keen to share it with the world.
Hahahahahaha!!! Let's hear it!! And I echo Joanna's comment of having similar stories but I also share her reticence. You never know what effect telling your story will have on us, though... it might free us to feel that we, as well, can share. Do you really want to start this ball rolling?
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