When I was one of those kids who couldn't sit still, we didn't have the term "attention deficit disorder." Kids like me, to quote my first-grade teacher, had "ants in their pants." That was me, The...mehr sehenWhen I was one of those kids who couldn't sit still, we didn't have the term "attention deficit disorder." Kids like me, to quote my first-grade teacher, had "ants in their pants." That was me, The Kid Who Fidgets, Goofy Girl, Queen of the Antsy.
Now, I probably didn't require medication, even if it were available, but my inability to stay focused in class and the fact that I enjoyed being the class clown, didn't help my grades any.
Laughter is a release valve for me. When you grow up with six siblings in a five-room beach cottage, you have to do something to survive. So I used humor to escape the chaos (or at least hold it at bay). I told funny stories about my idiotic antics and/or the funny things I witnessed others do. Most of my stories were about the embarrassing things I did, almost daily. My gift for making a fool of myself and my self-deprecating humor was dinner theater for my family and, in a sense, encouraged my hilarious hijinks. The stories kept my friends in stitches and telling my stories kept me sane.
Then, when two of my sisters got discovered on a TV talent show and quickly became radio, TV and movie stars, my life took a delightful detour (same chaos, but better vittles!).
Later, I got married. And, as people do, we had kids. But, because I was not quite prepared for the experience, ... MORE stories!
As I got older, I began putting my stories down on paper. This book is the culmination of my sometimes silly, sometimes poignant, and very often downright ridiculous, adventures. And what's amazing to many folks, is that all these stories are true.weniger sehen