Well this is my frist blog x3 so here goes nuthing
When was it you figured it out that the fat guy in the red suit was'nt real? Or the fat white bunny that wondered thruogh your house and stole all your carrots was not real but infact, good old mum and dad?
Now things like Santa, the easter bunny, espers, time travlers. alians , artifical organic life foums from beyond the stars, the boogy man, or even one eyed one horn flying purple people eater, where just stories and creatures that only excsisted in your little over imgenaive head?
Well as for me it was one christmas where "santa" came to viset. Now i know most children LOVE santa, but those of you who know me I have always been different.
In truth santa claws SCARED the jeepers out of me. And on this fatful evening the fat guy in the red suit waving his bell and carrying his trust worthy sack of goodies. And as always he came a knocking again.
An let me tell you when i herd that bell nuthing could stop me from bolting from where ever I was and going to the safty underneth my doona covers.
On this evening santa came kocking at the door. But... before mum and dad could answer his obvesly fake "ho ho ho merry christmas Cavanaghs may i come in!" for some reason i was sick of the fat guy scaring me so walked up to the door and shouted bac " THERES NOBODY HOME GO AWAY!" now naturally wen some one is at the door and you dont want them to know your home you dont say any thing but being the child I was and as all little children just dont think at times we have our moments where we say things that just dont make sense.
Now when I had shouted to the fat guy to GO AWAY he must'nt of been having a very smart day either because he shouted back " Emii its me uncle jhon! its alright i wont hurt you, you know.... OH SHOOT I MEAN..." but of corse by then it was to late and already i had started putting the puzzle peices together, i opened the door with eyes watering and i said to my flabbergastered uncle jhon " unlce jhon your santa o.o...?" uncle jhon feeling silly enough as it was replyed in a hurry " oh welll no emii its not me.. Er i mean HO HO HO sorry i was just talking to your uncle jhon you have been a good little girl havent you?"
But by then it was to late, I had worked it out. later on that night after uncle jhon "santa" had left I stayed up becuase even thouh i knew santa wasent real who was it that put the presents uner the tree? well mum and dad came in as i pretened to be asleep and then they snuck out quietly i got out of bed and peeked behind the corner, and sore mum and dad pulling out the preasents that I had wanted from santa. I have never been so let down in my life.
I went back to bed and just layed awake thinking the whole night, if santa is'nt real... then what is? thus bring us to back the the present now where I am procratenating and typingaway on blogpot to ovid the homework i dont want to do.
Anther fictional charicter the frighteed the jeepers out of me was the one eyed on horn flying purple people eater.... now for me as a 5 year old girl this frightened me to no end, in recess I would quickly look in the sky to make sure the one eyed purple freek was gonna swoop down and eat me , then would hid in the bushes till one of the teachers had to come and find me, and often my responses where" is it...... safe????" or " theres no one here try the next bush!"
but now looking back on it those things made life more interesing, the thrill and excitment of it and also the uncomfy leg cramps from hiding in the bushes for hours on end, made waking up in the morning more interesting.
and if you have read thus far congrates you deserve gold Star :D
