So many times I've often wondered where this was all coming from...my crazy mind, I suspected. I mean who else would ever dream up candy filled skies with marshmallow clouds? And, what a fun place to be - trapped in my unpredictable noggin.
Thirty-four years ago I had landed plop right onto my father's hospital bill, or so the story goes. My childhood was so filled with strange expresions like these. I'm sure you must be thinking "Is she sane?" "What on Earth do all these odd sentences mean?"
Simply, it means that my wonderful Grandfather was an amazing story teller and through him the most amazing stories have been passed down. So here goes......
When I was born the angels came down from Heaven. One pulled a comet from the sky and poof he gave me the most beautiful golden hair. Another looked up at the morning sky and took some lovely blue mist and made me twinkling periwinkle eyes. The third, and wisest angel placed his hand upon my head and promised that I would have a challenging wonderful life filled with love and knowledge. And then the angels flew through the puffy clouds and delivered me to the hospital where I landed "smack" right on my daddy's hospital bill!
And there you have it.....reworked in my own words of course......the story of my birth!
