When we first moved to Kentucky I was the baby of 6 kids. I would spend my afternoons conversing with the family of ghosts through the heat vent in my room. We would talk about different things, sometimes about why I was mad at my sister, and other times about my cat, but mostly about how I wanted to see them and they always told me no. One day I decided to trick them. I asked one of them where his room was. When he said in the basement I excused my self and ran down the stairs. To my surprise, I saw my brothers and sisters huddled around the heat vet.
I forgave them of course.
The culprits
6 comments:
I've never heard that story before. Clever Cara for believing in those ghosts right to the point of finding them in the basement. Cute picture!
Who is the chic posing as your sister? Was that Kristina, Holdens girl friend?
Sometime you should tell us all about the time you put Corbins gecko in your mouth because you were afraid of it! That's a good story...
you guys are so young in that picture. that was pretty clever that was a good story.
What a fun idea! I'm all about fun give aways like this. Count me in!
And I can comment as many times as I want?? Hmmm... I'll try to contain myself. :)
Ha ha so funny, I'm glad you believed enough to find them!
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