Ever had those moments you remember from your childhood that you just wish you could forget ever happened-or better yet, wish that they had NEVER happened. Well this is one of my not-so-proud-moments from my childhood that I had forgotten about till we went to Utah and stayed at my dad's. This is what Greg happened to find written on the wall.
Who is Jessica? Or Jesseka rather? That doesn't need to be disclosed, however, apparently I didn't really like her and decided to make it known to anyone who entered the dark recesses of our basement. Fortunately for me, Greg didn't find out my hateful tendencies until AFTER he sealed the deal. I knew I should have helped paint the downstairs when I was little. Now my secret's out.
3 comments:
Daniel realy likes your blog header picture, he said to tell Greg. I can even see pictures of me in there!
haha... I think we all have that secret somewhere, but lucky for us no one ever finds ours.
Hehe..I remember seeing that before. There's definitely more than one reason why you shouldn't be allowed to write on the wall, eh Mik?
Good thing for you, that basement is scary :)
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