Dig through your couch cushions, your purse, or the floor of your car and look at the year printed on the first coin you find. What were you doing that year? (idea from The Daily Post)
Grabbed my purse. Opened the zip, and pulled out a 10 cents coin.
Hm. Wasn’t born then.
Second round; a $1 coin:
Hm. Slightly better, but still ten years off any possibility of being born.
Round three; another $1 coin.
1984. Again. Still not born!
Round four finds me with a shiny five cents;
1995! Finally! But only just – in September 1995 I was celebrating my 1st birthday. My very first cake was a bowl of watermelon, candle and all! Needless to say, I really felt the love.
Mum wrote in a letter to Grandma:
August (11mo) And talk! She yabbers away. When Josh and Jess wake up at the same time they talk away together for ages.
September (12mo) Jess just can’t grow up quick enough; she wants to do everything that Josh does – go outside the fence (she follows him around the fence line – him outside, her inside) put hand cream on, drink cordial out of a cup, run, ride a bike, chase Tyke [the dog] (though she always comes off the worse as Tyke turns around, chases her, and licks her which understandably, Jess doesn’t like!)
This was me in 1995. I might be biased, but I think I was pretty cute!
What were you doing in 1995?