I loved the beach first, the bush second.
I wanted to be Prime Minister or an interior decorator.
I lived on a 400 acre pineapple farm.
I wanted a baby sister. And got one.
I never once worried about my parents splitting up.
I dreamt about Californian beaches and being buried alive.
I told stories. Sometimes I wrote them down.
I collected dolls. My sister ruined most of them.
I wore shorts and t-shirts most days.
I loved school, until I was in year 4.
I would devour books.
Take a look, have you changed much?
Hi! I’m Suger; Chief Blogger at Suger Coat It. Blogging since 1901; love a casual ootd, taking photos + writing about things that irk or inspire me. I love wine and cheese, long days in the sun at the beach and spending time with my family. I make stuff for the internet. Which means I take photos, create content, write copy and devise social media plans for personal brands, small businesses and bloggers. You know, living the sweet life.
Oh Gosh – you could be Arleigh’s mother . She is sooo much like you !
Excellent, well my plot to grab her and run across the border is taking shape. 😉
The funny thing is I never feel any different to that boy I used to be.
I hated school always,
I wanted my parents to split up (horrible father)
I loved building things and pulling things apart.
I wanted to be an air force pilot. haha I am just glad that I am still the person my mum raised me to be. Polite, compassionate and Kind
LOVE the last one. I bet your Mum is proud as punch.
Look at your dimples.
I am so copying the concept of this post.
xx
Haha. Dimples, I’ve still got ’em.
Leave me a link, for sure.
cuuuuuute!!!!!!!! I basically look exactly the same lol xx
Haha. Darn straight I’m cute. 😛
OMG! Look what a cutie you still are <3 I agree with Lucy and am going to do a similar post with credit to you 🙂
Um now to just find a *ahem* cutie picture of me bahaaaa
Naaw, thanks! Don’t forget to leave us a link. I’d love to check it out. 🙂
of course i will still searching for one hahaha 🙂 Might wait till next weekend.
I haven’t changed much, I still faff around doing not much in between sitting reading. Going to work doesn’t count because it’s a necessity not a choice.