About Mom and Dad's Awesome Example of Love....

Mom cries almost every birthday and Mother's Day when she reads a card from Dad. It's like we are so used to it, we bust out the Kleenex but we never get over how cute it is...
They are certified divers and dive together all the time...
They go to Carmel together at least one weekend a month...
They often hold hands when they walk...
They have always had dates during the week going to eat frozen yogurt...
They are each other's best friend...
They work in their yard together...
They raise tortoises together...
They love Jesus with all their hearts...
They eat a lot of bran and egg whites...
Mom has always cut Dad's hair for him...
They both like plants...

About Pop Pop teaching us to have a heart for those in need...

My Grandparents were not born with silver spoons in their mouths. Although Grandma said she had a very happy upbringing where she got most of what she wished for, it was still during the Depression. Grandpa came from extremely humble beginnings of shining shoes to make change, working as a young boy to help feed his family, and sharing a loaf of bread with his siblings, with butter on a good day, as he has often told us. We have many of their stories memorized, word for word even, but I know we will treasure these stories forever. Grandpa and Grandma came to California from the east coast, and after living very humbly in trailers and having to work extremely hard, finally obtained the "American Dream". Through hard work and drive to be successful, they developed a very successful business, as well as owned the buildings, and were able to provide for their family in ways they had only dreamed. My earliest Saturday morning memories as a child are not of sleeping in and watching cartoons. My memories are of waking up before the sun is up, quickly getting dressed with one, two, or even three of my sisters, and waiting for Pop Pop to pull up in the driveway to pick us up. We would drive from our neighborhood to the Fresno Rescue Mission in downtown Fresno. We would go into the building, waving hello to homeless, former addicts, and many men that without my Grandpa encouraging us to step out of our normal life, we would probably never have otherwise meet. We would sing hymns, along with the men, always off key, followed by freshly cooked breakfast, and a sermon. Our favorite part of the morning was when the sermon would start. Grandpa would always reach into his coat pockets, look at us out of the corner of his eye, and happily display a piece of candy. We would light up with huge smiles and he would "sneak" them to us, as we acted as if we were surprised somehow. We would eat lots and lots of sugar filled candy throughout the sermon, and would then climb into Pop Pop's car and drive to one of his stores. We would say hi to his employees and would wait for Grandpa to urge us to grab a doughnut to snack on while we wait for him to be ready to take us home. Somehow our sugarless week at home was always worth it for the sugar filled Saturday morning that we looked forward to every Saturday. At the time, I didn't really understand what I was learning from my Grandpa. But now, looking back, I am humbled by his desire to expose us to the other side of the world and see how blessed we are. We interacted with the homeless and were able to see that they are people, just like us, who happened to be born into less fortunate situations. We were taught to be loving and giving to others, despite their circumstances. My parents and Grandparents all instilled in us that the money we are blessed with comes directly from God and that we are to bless others as He has blessed us.

About our books, toys, and music...

As mentioned before, we weren't really allowed to watch tv growing up (que Mom and Dad rolling their eyes), other than some PBS and Christian station here and there. Although we have had ridiculous amounts of drama, being one of five sisters, we have also had plenty of fun. We played with dollhouses, Ginny Dolls (fat version of Barbie), Maple Town, Fisher Price "people", Strawberry Shortcake, Cabbage Patch Kids, My Little Pony, Legos, and American Dolls. Most of my playtime memories come from playing with Whitney and Laura Joy. I can't remember which of the sisters did this with me, but when we lived in PNG, we would create the outline/walls of a home with the grass that was left behind and didn't get bagged. We would use our little hands to form different rooms in the home and then play in our pretend homes. We used to build entire cities with legos, and spent endless hours in all our dollhouses. We loved playing in our col-de-sac with the neighbors, running around all day in the summer until we were called in to get ready for bed. The tree in my parent's front yard was always fun for us to climb, and the neighbor's long, hollow bush was our "tunnel". My friends and I loved to do the "bigger and better scavenger hunt" in the neighborhood, as well as play Sardines. Something all of us sisters loved to do was create entire room tents made up of sheets, blankets, chairs, tables, and whatever else we could use to make our tent even bigger. We often played "house" as most girls do with the stove my dad built us that even lit up under the burners with lights. Books were a huge part of purr childhood, as we read about as much as kids these days sit in front of the television. Some of our favorite include: The Little Old Man Who Could Not Read, Bemblemen's Bakery, Amelia Bedelia, Mrs. Piggle Wiggle, Mandie Shaw, Boxcar Children, Little House On the Prairie, Where the Wild Things Are, Bernstein Bears, Babysitter's Club, Morris the Moose, Curious George, Paddington Bear, Ramona, Chronicle of Narnia, and of course, good old Highlights Magazine. I could do this all night but I should probably move on! We loved to listen to Michael W. Smith, Sandi Patti, Amy Grant, Baby Beluga, Psalty, Colby the Computer, Charity Churchmouse, Adventures in Oddysey, and Nannybird. I hope I can instill in my children a passion for reading and music as our parents did for us...

Inside jokes/ideas/thoughts between us sisters...

"going on a rabbit trail"
"mouthwash bottles in the parental's bathroom"
"Doah, Nettie Boo, Boo, Nee Nee, Ray"
"You pretty thing you"
"Going to the beauty parlor"
IHOP
Sweet Tomatoes
Monterey
Mt. Hermon
Michael W. Smith
singing hymns at six in the morning and Mom starting the first note
Christian Bale
Saturns
An overabundance of plants
Fig Newtons
Cold grilled cheese sandwiches up in Raymond
Exact change down to the cent
Causing men to "stumble"
The "candy man" at the Rescue Mission
Thousands of trips to Orchards
Bagel Basket
Home made popcorn with spray "I can't believe it's not butter"
Listening to hours on end of Adventures in Odyssey up to Canada
Dr. Sheldon
Watching CMTV (Christian Music Television) and Lawerance Welk on Saturday evenings
Costco size Tampax boxes
Pardinis
Laura holding her breath until she passes out
Touched By An Angel and Promised Land
"Mac-a-groni"

Additions thanks to sister Whitney:
Water music
Pink sponge curlers
Advent
Bobs Big Boy with Dad
"we dont want any"
Soder (soda)
Dutch blitz
Re-birthdays
Can't count how many so's I love you
Raggedy Ann and Andy
Grin Again Gang Get Gung ho about Jesus
Ginny dolls
GW school supply
Animaniacs
Tents made of blankets and chairs
Moms cranberry salad and bar b q chicken
Chocolate instant pudding
Quiet time
Love it all!!!

About the magician and the Christmas morning limo?

We are a really quirky family, if you haven't caught on to that. We sometimes seem like super normal, uninteresting people, but then every now and then, something totally random will happen and I think to myself, "I have to write a book!"
It was my Grandparent's anniversary. I want to say it was their sixtieth or something like that. My dad planned for us to all go eat at Elbow Room in Fig Garden. We were all sitting down at the table in the "party room" when a man showed up. It was all very bizarre and confusing what this man was doing at our party. He began doing random magic tricks and was quite entertaining. I remember asking Dad, "did you hire him?" My dad just shrugged his shoulders and kept listening to the magician. It was soooo random and no one saw it coming. The guy was clever, silly, and witty and got us all involved in the tricks. By the end of the "show" my dad admitted that he had hired a magician for the party. It was again, super random in that no one was expecting it, but oh so entertaining to witness and tell about!
It was days before Christmas and Grandma said that she wasn't certain that she and Pop Pop would make it to Christmas morning based on my grandpa's health. My dad kept reminding them that they MUST be there and that it wouldn't be the same without them. So my dad went above and beyond to make sure they couldn't decline. He hired a limo to pick them up and bring them back to my parent's house. Mind you, my grandparent's and parent's homes are three minutes driving away from each other and ten min or so walking. We are talking CLOSE. All I remember thinking was how weird the driver must have thought we were hiring a limo to go a couple miles on Christmas Day. The lengths we go to for family!

My mom's parents lived in Maryland my whole life until they passed away so it was a treat to see them. I remember their house well (although I was about four) on Bivalve - not sure how to spell it but I've heard it said a lot. I remember the closet in the living room that had a secret passage to the bedroom next to it. I remember the giant fridge on the porch that had apple juice cans and I can still imagine what it felt like drinking out of one. The pool was the highlight of the home. Grandma Polly taught me to swim and if my memory serves me correctly, she loved to swim. I always think of her when I watch "Ya Ya Sisterhood" in the scene where Ashley Judd has all the kids in the lake and they all want to be chosen to be "saved" by her.
I remember Pop Boy's snore. It was epic. That man snored so loud that when I slept in one of the rooms upstairs and he was in the living room in the first floor, I had trouble sleeping from all the noise. I remember Pop Boy teaching me to play checkers when I was seven. I had my pink cast on my arm but that didn't get in the way of learning.
I also remember Pop Boy's smell. I think all of us sisters, at least the ones that remember him well all remember his smell. It was cigarettes and aftershave or something. I have smelt it one other time and I remember being knocked off my feet with memories.
I remember Grandma Polly's voice. I don't know how to describe it but she had the best accent and her voice was so...loving. When we have watched old home videos and I hear her voice, I wish that I had known her better.
Visiting Grandma Polly and Pop Boy also meant seeing my favorite aunt and uncle and two cousins. I remember going to my cousin Norm's baseball game and it was the first baseball game I had ever been to. We got to chew gum and eat Fun Dips. We would have slumber parties with the cousins and us girls got to play with Maple Town. I remember my fave aunt and uncle coming into the living room really late with oreos and milk. This was such a foreign concept to us to eat oreos at all, much less late at night.
If only we could have known those grandparents better and had more time with our cousins. When we get together with our cousins and my aunt and uncle now, its as if we just pick up where we left off as if we see each other all the time. We are very blessed to have family that we like so much...

Location:About Grandma Polly and Pop Boy...

About all the movie lines we have memorized...

"Sanka, you dead"? (Cool Runnings)
"Sonora, Sonora Webster, will you marry? Take my hand and marry me and make me a happy man". (Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken)
"I say, that what you say, is what I say". (Newsies)
"Open the gates and seize the day". (Newsies)
"Would you please call me Cordelia"? (Anne of Green Gables)
"Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die". (Princess Bride)
 Hey, you can pee now...Um... too late". (Cool Runnings)
"Dear Darla, I hate your stinking guts. You make me vomit. You're scum between my toes! Love, Alfalfa". (Little Rascals)

Thanks to the help of sister Whitney, I'm reminded that I left out "what about bob"?
"I'm taking a vacation from my problems".
"baby steps"
And always the good old Father of the Bride!!!

Of Dad's Handstands...

I don't know if it's because he's our dad, so we see him as a superhero or whatever, but my sisters and I remember Dad being RIPPED when we were kids. He had a full blown six pack and really ripped arms. I remember when Dad was especially tired or wanted to cheer one of us up, he would do handstands. I'm not talking the lean against the wall kind. I'm talking the put-your-head-on-the-floor-and-lift-your-body-up-in-the-air-through-core-strength-until-you're-completely-balanced kind. I remember always trying to do them just like him, but never could. My Dad always knew how to make us laugh by dressing up in silly clothes, singing "Yippee Ky Yy Yeah Yup, Get Along Little Dogie" and other silly songs, and giving us piggy back rides to bed singing the same song over and over until he dumped us onto our beds. I love me some happy memories...
Oh, and Whitney reminded me of one more thing: Dad used to climb the wall with his feet and hands in a doorway and then sit up at the top of the hallway and we would laugh so hard!

About Garage Gifts...

I recognize that by sharing another story about how spoiled we were by my grandparents will likely result in you hating me, but please, appreciate the extravagent craziness of it all...

Oh, and Mom, I know that sharing these stories may make you cringe because you are so humble and private:) I promise not to embarrass you too much. These stories need to be told:)

Christmas with the Ensom's was...an event. It was epic. It was fabulous and absolutely nuts. My first memories of Christmas were at my Grandparent's old house that is now no longer standing. They had this family room off to the side that had a very, very wide staircase that led to a living room. The stairs were always covered with presents from the top, all the way to the floor. We are talking ridiculous amounts of gifts. We would shriek with excitement when we saw it, and I imagine my parents were trying to wrap their minds around how to get all the gifts home in one car and somehow store them in our bedrooms. One year in particular, stands out to me. I was in fourth or fifth grade and Cheryl and I had the ridiculous idea to sing for everyone. Yes, I said sing. We busted out Donna and Darrell's karaoke machine and sure did sing, "Mary Did You Know" for the whole family. I cringe just thinking about it and desperately hope that there is no video evidence of this moment that I try to forget. It's all just soooo cheesy and there's nothing I hate more than cheesiness. Anyway, there were almost always garage gifts when we were really young. This meant that after opening all the gifts in the house, one or a few of us were told to go to the garage. One year Cheryl found her first car in the garage. One year we found two giant Fisher Price dollhouses. One year there was a Foosball as well as a ping pong table. One year Laura Joy got a battery operated "Porsche" like you have probably seen in Toys R Us. I remember very vividly when Dad told Mom she had a big, special gift. She had lost her wedding band the previous summer and my dad got her a beautiful, new ring. I remember that it started with a giant box and went all the way down, box after box, to a ring box. I remember my mom's face and the tears streaming down while she thanked Dad. I remember thinking how romantic it was and hoping that someday I would be that in love. As we got older, Christmas got less and less crazy. Wait, let me rephrase that. The items that we all wished for were much more expensive so we got less gifts but were still spoiled/blessed. As my Grandma got older and could no longer walk the mall and shop for gifts for everyone, I volunteered to be Santa. My Grandma gave me the cash to spend a certain amount of money on each person in the family. I carried around envelopes with family member's names on them and spent hours upon hours at Target and the mall, looking for as many gifts as I could for the money. It was soooo fun! I loved the surprised looks on every one's faces when they opened the gifts. It's super exciting to spoil family with money that isn't yours! Ha ha! Grandparents are getting older and its no longer at their home. We need to start new traditions and create new memories that the kids (nieces and nephews) will be able to remember, but the seven of us sisters and cousins will always remember how magical Ensom Christmas was...

About Tacos with mustard, Awana Vests, and "Unshackled"...

I am supposed to be working but I can't stop my mind from reeling with stories that I must share. Wednesday nights were always a big hit when my sisters and I were kids. I wonder if there are people in the world that have had similar experiences and could say, "us too"! I hope so. But anyway, Every Wednesday was taco night, which consisted of whole wheat tortillas, turkey taco meat, and the best part...mustard and ketchup. I swear on my life that I thought this was how everyone ate tacos until I was in middle school. I had never had tacos with salsa, cheese, and such. Our tacos always had mustard and ketchup and I must say that they were damn good. Dinner was always rushed because we were on our way to Awana, immediately following dinner. Awana is a church based club that has a twist of Girl Scouts combined with Sunday school thrown in. We wore vests that would slowly be filled with patches and jewels for our crown pins as we learned more and more Bible verses. I'm telling you that my sisters and I knew the majority of the New Testament by the time we were out of elementary school. Awana had snacks, games, and friends and was what I looked forward to most throughout the week. My memories of the car ride to the church are filled with the smell of Mom's "going away perfume", pigtails in our hair, and the sounds of the radio show, "Unshackled". This show (not sure if it's still on) was on Christian radio and was basically stories about ex convicts and drug users that came to Christ. As I look back now I wonder what I was thinking at the time based on my extremely sheltered life where drugs were a foreign idea to me. For some odd reason, the stories didn't scare me and the show became so familiar, it was comforting. The rewards of learning our verses were not only to earn decor for our vests, but also "Awana Money" which is basically the exact same thing as Monoploly money that allowed us to purchase Chuck E Cheese type crap prizes. It was super exciting at the time though! The final year of Awana was sixth grade and I can vividly remember looking forward to Wednesday nights to be able to see the boys. Although we were separated for a good portion of the evening, we would all be together during games and my friends and I would whisper and giggle about the boys we were crushing on. So basically, that is how I spent my Wednesday evenings throughout my childhood...

About all my aches, pains, and injuries...

When I was four, I was a genius. I was such a genius that I decided to stick my right pinky finger into the hinges of the Morro Bay Carl's Jr. bathroom door (just for kicks), which resulted in a broken finger. In second grade, I was climbing up my neighbor's slide on their fort and tumbled to the ground, landing on my right arm. I broke both bones in my arm and one bone even popped out, swooping up dirt and rocks, and then popping back in. I was in the hospital for a week, receiving IVs to avoid infection from the dirt and rocks being in my arm. I had a pin placed in my arm and a hot pink cast to show for it all. It was all very dramatic. In high school, I was a "base" on the cheer squad because I was "sturdy" and strong. I was throwing Shannon Bartoo into the air in a basket toss at the basketball game in Visalia, when I heard a loud tear. The pain was excruciating and of course, the following day was the Winter Formal. My dad made a home-made sling to put my arm in that matched my formal dress. After an MRI, it was found that I had torn cartilage. I ended up having to have surgery, which resulted in no longer being able to be on the cheer squad. My Junior year of high school, I was doing driver's training with Drive America in hopes to get my permit. This trainer showed up wearing slippers, putting his head back against the seat while I drove, and every now and then would loudly hit the passenger window and yell, "BAM-you just hit someone". I think that was his attempt to keep me on my toes, but it was very strange and scary. We were turning left at a green yielding light and I cannot remember exactly what happened, but we were in a serious crash. Yes, thats right. I got into a crash while doing Driver's Training. The trainer had a brake on his side but of course, did not brake. The car was totaled and I got a burn on my arm from the airbag. It was again, oh so dramatic. Oh and by the way, the burn was on my right arm. So broken right pinky, broken right arm, torn cartilage in the right shoulder, and burn on my right arm. I have suffered from chronic stomach pain for years and while in college, I saw doctors to try and find the reason. The genius surgeon decided I had gallstones and needed immediate surgery. I remember waking up from surgery and my mom telling me that they didn't find any gallstones, but went ahead and removed my gallbladder. The surgery of course, was on the right side of my stomach. I now have even worse pain, due to lack of the gallbladder, so thank you Mr. Surgeon, sir. My medical file is fatty and I've been to many doctors. I could get started on my crazy ex therapist, but I will save that for another day...

about IHOP and Seven Target Shopping Carts...

My sisters and I have been spoiled by our Grandparents our whole lives. Our parents taught us to remain humble, never ask for anything, and to be grateful for what we are given. I think we turned out pretty well, but from the outside looking in, we look like spoiled brats. From about the time I was 8 or 9, my Grandparents would pick us up in their van with the personalized "Pop Pop" license plate (Grandpa's name). They would take my sisters and I, as well as my two cousins, to IHOP for lunch. We were known for ordering milkshakes and the staff got to know us and knew to start making milkshakes before we even ordered. Our server, Dixie, knew us well and watched us grow up over the years as we shuffled in, squeezed into a table, and sipped our chocolate milkshakes. My Grandpa (now 87) always had a chocolate shake and the image of him drinking it will probably always be etched in our  minds. While eating our "happy face pancakes" and sipping on our milkshakes, we would anxiously await for the moment when one of the Grandparents would say, "Okay, we are going to go to Target...", before finishing their sentence, we would all cheer. When we were really young, the Target trip was much more under control. We would be allowed to get "one thing" which usually resulted in 2 or 3 things. But nothing too crazy. As we got older, however, the trips to Target became excessive and even downright embarrassing (for me at least). Grandparents would tell us we had $300 to spend and that we should grab a cart and split up. Thankfully, we rarely ever saw anyone we knew, which saved us much embarrassment and ridicule. We would each venture off to the area that we had been envisioning about all morning before even being picked up by Grandparents. We were usually there around an hour or two, passing by sisters and cousins to say, "hello" and share knowing smiles of how lucky we are. We always tried to add the total in our heads and by the time we all reached the register, we seemed to always each be saying the same thing, "I hope I added it up right". The first person to go was always the unlucky one because the total that they spent would be displayed for all to see. It was always a spectacal to see all five of us sisters and two cousins file into a register lane with all seven carts. I was always mortified when the checker would ask, "all together"??? Their faces were always of confusion and "you're a stupid brat" and I would embarrassingly look the other direction as they rang each item up. We were almost always over our given amount and Grandma would sweetly say, "tax doesn't count. Don't worry about it". We would give each other looks that said, "whoops, but I knew Grandma wouldn't care". Our trips changed with age and Grandparents went from walking with us to each section, to sitting in the Starbucks inside until we returned. Grandpa would then stand up, with the support of his cane, and tease about things like, "did you get enough?" As I moved out into my own apartment in college, the items in my cart changed. My cart began to be filled with toilet paper, cleaning supplies, and more necessities than anything I had been wishing I could have and couldn't afford. Pop Pop never let me get out of there without teasing about the toilet paper. As we got older, we also began throwing in an item or two for our significant other. We knew this was an exclusive grandkids only trip, but why not get him a gift here and there? The best was if you picked an expensive item, like an Ipod or something, and Grandma would say, "get some more. That can't be all you're going to get". I personally would try to find the most items I could for my money and then lug home at least six or seven bags filled with goodies. I imagine that my best friend/college roommate probably had thoughts of, "little bitch", when I would walk in the door with all the bags. Now that we are all older, including Grandparents, these trips have become mere memories but man, those were some good times! The embarrassment was always worth it when we excitingly paraded up and down the aisles in Target to claim our prizes. Don't hate me. Just appreciate the rediculousness of it all...

Of Pets, Barrettes, and Remington Steel...

My family is...nuts. Sorry Mom, I know the look on your face when you read that so let me rephrase: my family is very special and odd and fun so it's never dull. My earliest memories are being with my four sisters (Im the middle) and living a very sheltered life(sorry Mom but it's true). I remember sitting around in the living room as a family listening to Dad read aloud the Mandie Shaw series before bed. That's right, people- we did not watch television. But we kept ourselves entertained to say the least. We listened to Dad read books aloud to us, sing along to songs Dad would play on the guitar, and pretend to be a beauty salon as Dad would allow us to put pastel colored barettes in his hair and make him look like a lady. When you have five girls and no sons, you got to have a sense of humor. We were lucky to have a dad with a great sense of humor and patience with all the estrogen. We made family videos called "Buzz the Fuzz" that involved each of us "magically" disappearing on Dad's count. I think we lived pretty happily and humbly. We weren't spoiled and in no way had everything we asked for. But our Grandparents loved to spoil us which will be in other stories to come. Mom and Dad kept us grounded with Focus On the Family Odyssey cassettes, recycled clothes that the sister above us in order wore, and doing lots of family activities together that may have included Dad building a port-a-potty slash picnic table contraption. Our family never did quite figure out how to successfully raise pets. Dogs were not our thing (neither Heidi #1 or 2), so we gave up on the idea until Joey the Cocker Spaniel surprisingly joined the family for about two seconds because he bit Laura Joy's friend's hand. We had two birds that ended up both dying, a hermit crab that lived in the inside pond Dad made, who jumped to his death and was found a gonner on the floor the next morning. I had a pet rat, Vivian that was actually quite normal compared to the rest and Whitney had more than a few hamsters that all had really odd lives. One hamster was attacked by the other and received life saving surgery from my dad who duck taped him down and performed surgery with a needle and threat. One of the hamsters actually hung himself, which sounds impossible but I can't make this stuff up. Mom and Dad are now raising tortoises in the backyard and its really one of those things you have to see to believe. At some point, each of us sisters were home schooled for a portion of elementary school. My mom is a sweetheart for dedicating her life to teaching us at home. My years of home school involved keeping my little sisters and I entertained by putting on performances of singing Mary Kate and Ashley, watching Barney and Friends every day (I may have been in the sixth grade at the time), and eating lots of heated applesauce sweetened with cinnamon. My sisters and I would often "live life on the edge" by watching Remington Steel while Mom was gone doing errands and take turns manning the window to watch for her so we could quickly turn the tv off and look like we were reading or talking. I have seen every episode of Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego, Square One, and Reading Rainbow. We were not allowed to watch any television with "relationships" so Family Matters, Full House, and Boy Meets World were out of the question. My sisters and I can literally quote the movies: Wild Hearts Cant Be Broken, Newsies, and Cool Runnings.
I'm now just listing random information that only my sisters will appreciate so I will sign out and continue more later with good stories.

Oh, I've got stories...

I have blogged quite a bit in my day. I have blogged about weddings,decorating, homes, music, photos, my pets, and the list goes on. But this one is different. It will likely merely serve the purpose of entertaining myself and tracking the crazy stories of my life, but maybe my sisters or something will read it every now and then too. My clinical supervisor has said that I tell funny and crazy stories. My ex therapist used to say the same thing. Apparently my insane family has brought many moments of entertainment to those that will listen to my stories. All my stories are true, real, and if you don't believe me, seriously, you can't make this stuff up. I cant make up that my Grandpa sold bras in his paint store back in the day, or that my parents are raising tortoises in the back yard, or that my sister's pet hamster hung itself when we were young. If you think that's craziness, you must read my stories. I hope it's entertaining for you despite it being embarrassing, shocking, and at times even painful for me...