Day
19: Five of your favorite blogs and what you love about them
Hmmmm....I don't have five...but there are two I do like:
Emma's blog: We've been friends for a few year and it's always nice to see what she's up to in Namibia
Sarah's blog: She posts cute photos of her son!
Yes...it's a little short but MERRY CHRISTMAS! Hope you've had a blessed day!
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
A story....
Sorry...I forgot my password! *blush* But I'm back...
Day 18: Tell a story from your childhood. Dig deep and try to be descriptive about what you remember and how you felt.
I'm not sure how old I was, but I think 13, when I had the worse bicycle accident of my life.
I was in Port Elizabeth visiting my cousins as I did most summer holidays. My cousin and I decided to ride bike down the hill (they lived in a valley). It's always fun until someone get's hurt.
After some time, we decided to swap bikes...and I didn't know the brakes were opposite. So I went up the hill, got the clear from my cousin that no cars were coming and headed down. This bike went a bit faster than the one I had been on and I realised that I was going to hit a thorn tree, so I pulled the brakes...what I thought were the back breaks. The bike stopped dead. The handlebar digged into my abdomen and I went flying...over the thorn tree...and blacked out. I woke up with the dog licking my face and my cousin making his way down the hill slowly since I hadn't giving him the clear to come flying down.
It was a scary time, especially when I saw the blood coming through my shirt...but something we can laugh about now!
Day 18: Tell a story from your childhood. Dig deep and try to be descriptive about what you remember and how you felt.
I'm not sure how old I was, but I think 13, when I had the worse bicycle accident of my life.
I was in Port Elizabeth visiting my cousins as I did most summer holidays. My cousin and I decided to ride bike down the hill (they lived in a valley). It's always fun until someone get's hurt.
After some time, we decided to swap bikes...and I didn't know the brakes were opposite. So I went up the hill, got the clear from my cousin that no cars were coming and headed down. This bike went a bit faster than the one I had been on and I realised that I was going to hit a thorn tree, so I pulled the brakes...what I thought were the back breaks. The bike stopped dead. The handlebar digged into my abdomen and I went flying...over the thorn tree...and blacked out. I woke up with the dog licking my face and my cousin making his way down the hill slowly since I hadn't giving him the clear to come flying down.
It was a scary time, especially when I saw the blood coming through my shirt...but something we can laugh about now!
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Photo
Day
17: A favorite photo of yourself and why
I like this photo simply because it's me with my first published book!
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