Can't blame it. Best day ever right there

March 07 2019 was the day I moved in with my best friend from high school after disconnecting for years. We'd reconnected after I was in hospital for mental health reasons (Long story short after an abusive marriage and a painful divorce admitting myself was the best idea I'd ever had) and after I bounced around from home to home for a few months I finally let her buy me a bus ticket for a visit, and before I even got on the bus I'd already decided I wasn't going back to our home town where I was at the time. We cancelled the return trip, and the following Easter we drove back to our home town from my new home of Des Moines Iowa (at the time, we've since moved) and grabbed the last of my few belongings and then drove back. There's been ups and downs along the way since then, but it's one of my happiest memories of my life. I've currently got a good job, I've got a wonderful girlfriend, my mental health is being taken care of, and I live with my best friends

^^ complete turnaround from where I was when I first got to Des Moines ^^

when i was very young- (not saying what age) i started a discord server a whole timeline of roleplay that is still going on- from roleplay kidnapping someone as well as marrying a couch, its one of my favortie memories.

A good memory I have is of the first time I rode a horse. It was when I was about 7, I was so small. I remember I was never around horses before then so I really didn't know what to do. The ladies name who first taught me was Candice and she took me and this mare around the arena a couple times. She let me lead her a couple times before I ever got on her. Then when I got on her, I remember I felt like K was on the top of the world. It felt so good. She was a good horse. And now, lots of years later, I show horses and work at a barn with them haha.

Perhaps I was around three or four. I can't quite remember but I was young and we lived in the backcountry of California, up in the mountains.

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It was a marvellous place to be an active, excited young kid and downright murderous on my Mother's nerves, she was always peeking out the windows, keeping an eye on me, yelling for me at the slightest hint of danger. I've been city-fied but back then I was absolutely fearless and loved to constantly be outdoors, my Mother was always a city gal.

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Anyways, being where we were it was this gorgeous blend of stunning mountains and forests with Californian heat and desert. Really a gorgeous area, I miss it terribly.

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But that led to this assortment of plants in our backyard... a dense forested area covered in moss and haunted by quail, and a few little pops of cactus.

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You might already see where this is going... Anyways, I had just tried at the local Albertson's a cactus fruit. Never had it before. I was instantly obsessed. And I learned real, succulent, watery cactus fruit could be harvested from any old cactus plant.

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Cactus plants we had in our backyard. This is the beautiful, prickly intersection of opportunity, hunger, and naivety.

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And in my amazing cactus-fruit harvesting adventures I fell into the plant face-first. And it wasn't a plant with those huge, thick thorns. No that would've been a mercy resulting in epic scars. It was one of those varieties with nearly microscopic hair-like prickles. That I coated myself in.

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And my tireless city-gal Mother spent hours painstakingly plucking them out of my elbows, eyelids, lips, and knees.

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Only for me to do it again not a week later.

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This is hella long but that's my story.

my mom used to send me to do things in the bank, etc for her

once i met a neighbor while walking to the store

introduced myself with my mom's name

realized what i did and hoped to never see her again

saw her the same night at the live play i was in with my mom because the neighbor was the wife of one of the actors.

Anyone want to hear the story of how I stepped on a baby bull snake and fell in love with it?

which he/she was killed a year or two back by my previous neighbors-

Has anyone else only gotten stung once in their life so far?

(Me: stung by a wasp, different times: later gets pricked by something during a summer after walking barefoot, expecting to see a bee or whatever lying on the ground where I just stepped...and its just a thorn...don't get me wrong, I do NOT want to be stung again but I am still surprised at the fact that I haven't been after that day what with how often I walk barefoot)

When I was about two or three, I somehow broke my collarbone by falling off my toddler bed. No idea how I managed that, but it was a literal break. Not just a little crack in the bone, I mean like a clean, actual, break.

Another time, I ran into my sisters' bedroom like a maniac screaming my head off because I turned eight and a half.

And I used to steal my brother's Star Wars legos while watching The Empire Strikes back.

I may or may not have been obsessed with this little princess tent when I was little and ran around with a towel tied around my neck, ordering my siblings around.

Once, my mom was filling in bumblebee holes in the yard, I don't remember what I was doing, but I was goofing around as little kids do and suddenly I was screaming as I was running away from this gigantic bumblebee. It chased me, and I got stung barely above my left eye

Yeah, as the youngest, I got away with a lot of things ;)

my mom threw away my massive legos and hot wheels collection when i was little (i had a table and bucket worth of legos, and 500 cars) because she assumed i didn't want them anymore.

didn't sell them, just threw them out.

still salty.