My dad has this awful horsing around story – actually he has a couple. So this didn't happen to me, but one – but so this one happened when he was in high school, I think, and it was actually his friend that was doing the horsing around. But they were like, collecting cans or something like to recycle. Well, I don't know if they were recycling but they were empty cans anyway. And so like, the friend was throwing the can to my dad, and my dad then would like put it in a bag or whatever. So, they're throwing the cans put in the bag, throwing a can, put it in the bag. And then like to be funny, the friend then threw a full can but like, you know, my dad went to catch it as if it were empty. It just flew right through his hands and like hit him in the face and he had to get stitches. Um and then another time – again I don’t remember this I've just – this is a story told in our family. Is that when my sister was a baby, my dad was like, goofing around with her and like, he was on his back and holding her up above him, like she was, you know, playing that little airplane game, like she was a little airplane. And, you know, I'm sure, saying things you say to a baby when you're playing with them, whatever. And his, so awful, his mouth was open, you know, probably cooing at her or something and she threw up in his mouth or spit up or something. And it's like uck, that just sounds so horrifying.

Yeah, I've been to Disney World, so, oh yeah! I remember one time, it was a big deal. But I had gone off to the bathroom or something and all my family – I only wanted a picture with, I think it was like Piglet or Ti- Tigger, I don’t remember which one I really wanted a picture with. And I happen to go to the bathroom or whatever, and then like they came to our table finally, but I wasn't there for the one second. So I guess this goes into the- the unlucky thing. But, um, I suppose like, – and then, and then I came back to the table and I was just like, “Are you, are you kidding me? Like that's the only creature I wanted like, a picture with today.” And I was like for some reason crying about this. I don't know. I think because my family made such a big deal about it too and like, “Oh.” My dad was like rubbing it in ‘cause my dad’s just a jerk sometimes like, “Oh, hahaha, you didn't get a picture,” and then it was like ruining the whole meal and everything of just making me feel awful. ‘Cause I feel like overall I didn't care and then when someone constantly it's just like, like rubbing it into you're just like, “Okay. Well now I just feel upset. But that's the whole dinner conversation is how I miss down on this thing that all of you got to have and I couldn't have, like, now I'm upset.” And so then when I was crying and stuff they're like, “Oh, well, we have to get Tigger back here or whatever, to take this photo.” And then when I finally got the photo, I had just been crying this whole time and I was just pissed off. And so, like, I remember in the photo I don't even look happy.

Something that used to terrify me when I was little that doesn't anymore… I am not as scared of spiders as I used to be. Like, I'm not gonna choose to have one crawl on me, don't get me wrong. But there's a whole bunch that are around in our basement and like, that's where my bike is and I live harmoniously with them. Like we've had a couple that are very big and creep me out from afar. I'm not gonna go near them. But I also don't cry or scream like I used to and that makes me sound terrible but like I've been startled by spiders. There was one night -- or one morning, I was waking up and I went to the restroom and as I'm sitting there something falls down from the sky – or the ceiling. And it was a very black, big spider and he crawled underneath the door out into our bedroom and I never saw him again. And that's a little um, scary to think about. But then again like he's more terrified of me than I am of him. And I think my 30s has brought me that true realization that when my mom said that, she meant it. I have yet to see a spider that's like, "Hey girl!" or aggressively coming at me like, they're all trying to get away.  And now that I've taken up gardening, I really recognize how much they are our friends and they keep the really creepy things away from my flowers and they do good things. And so, I don't go for – like I don't ever try to actively kill a spider. Now if it's in my space, I will do it and like, they don't jump. I can definitely take a big wad of toilet paper and take care of them now, like I'm an adult. But I'm hoping my kids are not as scared because I'm not gonna love having to do what my mom used to have to do, which is kill them. Because like I would scan my bedroom walls, it was like a part of my ritual. Before I turned off the night light. I would look at all – or the light – I would look at all the corners of my room and I would look at all the parts of my wall and…