Well I would like to say that its been a productive Saturday but all I did was clean my car...I mean I guess that's pretty productive? I bet my car would agree...yikes on that note...Hope you're all having a great and slightly more productive Saturday than yours truly.
Memory #110
I thought I'd give another story of my enduring paranoia that my poor parents had to deal with...a lot. When I was younger I had this incredible fear that if my parents left me at home either they would get kidnapped or I would get kidnapped, the only plausible way of staying safe in my mind was if we were all together under the same roof. This would be cute and all if I wan't like ten. My parents liked to go on walks all of the time....especially without Sam and I, which was detrimental to my plan of you know...not getting kidnapped. So I panicked every single time my parents left to walk around the neighborhood and pretty much would just sit by the phone waiting for them to return and if I felt they had been gone too long I would try calling their cell phone over and over until they picked up if they didn't I presumed that they were dead and would panic even more. I'm super paranoid.
This paranoia got so bad that my mom eventually came up with a viable solution. Walkie Talkies. Yup. My mom bought heavy duty walkie talkies so that I could reach out to my parents when I thought they were out too long and the best part is that they couldn't ignore it because those things were so flippin loud. I feel like most parents would just tell their child to stop overreacting but instead my mom went out and got walkie talkies to appease me. She sure was one kooky lady Says the girl who had to get walkie talkies to talk to her parents while they were on a walk.
Love always,
Erin
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