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Bonnie didn't want me to touch any of her stuff! One day she caught me playing with her make-up. Instead of getting mad at me, she said I could only use her stuff if she helped me. So, she put make-up on me, let me wear one of her dresses, fixed my hair, and we went out to model for mom. Then we went back in the room and danced to one of her records. It was quite fun!

I believe that I always went to Frankie for back up when it came to my sisters "picking on me". If you ask them you may get a different story, but Frank was always my protector. I used to always like to play secretary and I had my "office" set up in my room with an old typewriter and phone. Frank made a little wooden barrel for me in shop class and gave it to me to keep my pencils in on my desk. Guess what! I still use it for my pencils! Thanks Frank for always being there for me.

Peg and I had a lot of good times riding on horses. (Except when I was falling off and no one would help me) I remember that we rode together to 4-H on our horses and one day we were sitting on the fence waiting for it to start, holding our horses by the reins. A young lady was bragging to us about her fancy saddle and expensive outfit. Just then Socksie kicked her horse and the horse shied and pulled her off the fence. It was quite funny and Peggy and I both tried not to laugh, but it was very hard!

Tom and I have quite a few fun times together. I remember going fishing with Grandpa Culler. One night we went and slept over. Grandpa had a bed made up in the back of the van. Tom and I slept in it and Grandpa slept in the front seat. During the night we heard a big noise outside and watched from the van window as a mamma bear and her two cubs knocked down and went through the trash can. I didn't feel scared at all, felt safe and sound with grandpa and Tom in the van. We also liked to "go places" in grandpa's old bus. Sometimes it was even an airplane. What great imaginations we had!

Rick was about five or six and Tom and I would watch him sometimes, he would always run away. I don't know why? Maybe it was cause we picked on him a little. But anyway, he would run away and we would go chasing after him and bring him home screaming, and we would be mad and screaming. One day mom came home and told us that we should just let him go. That really surprised me, but mom said, let him go, ignore him, keep a secret eye as he leaves to make sure he doesn't get out of your sight. So the next time we did just that, and he got as far as Josie's house and then turned around, kicked the dirt for a while, and came back. We didn't say anything, and life was much more peaceful after that. Rick probably doesn't think of this as a fun memory, but it taught me a great lesson in patience and child psychology.

Again, we were fishing with Grandpa and I tried to climb the hill in the mud and my foot got stuck! Actually I was sinking pretty good! Grandpa came and pulled, Tom came and pulled, and then Rick pulled too. Just like the story of the turnip, when Rick helped I came out of the mud.

My family's favorite is about the granary in the back yard in Romeo. We used to walk along the ceiling beams upstairs and jump down into the grain. Mom found out and told us never to do that because of the grain dust and the mice and the hard floor etc. There were many reasons that it was not safe. But then the cousins came over and they really wanted to do it again (because we had done it before when they were there). I didn't want to be the bad guy and tell them that we couldn't so I just went along. We had a great time for a few minutes until I lost my footing and fell a little too soon. I hit against the wall and scraped up my leg and arm with scrapes and splinters. I am lucky that I did not break my leg, but I new that I had to go into the house for help and I knew that I couldn't explain it any other way. So besides being HURT and having to have all my splinters pulled out, I had to spend the rest of the afternoon in my room. I could hear all the cousins laughing etc. The worst part though was when Mom talked to me. I was eight years old and had just been baptized and mom reminded me that I was old enough to know right from wrong. I think that her talk made me realize just how naughty I was. She was so disappointed in me and that was a million times worse than the pain or the punishment!