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Sharing My Dream- With My Chickens!

As a small child, perhaps to soften the blow of getting a brother, I was given a whole bunch of chickens. Very small, fluffy ones. I named them after the Pooh Bear characters.  I credit my mother for being ever patient, and a bit of an animal whisperer, because even as a child, my imagination was wild.

I loved my chickens and thought they should be able to fly. So I put them on my swing and gave them a really big push. They promptly fell off, and some of them broke their legs. My mother splinted them with matchsticks, and they survived!

Swimming lessons in the toilet didn’t go so well, especially when I created excitement by flushing the toilet. My mother rescued them, resuscitated them, and warmed them up in front of the woodstove.

They all survived to adulthood, surprisingly! All I wanted was for them to be able to live my dreams.

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My First Negative Review!

I wrote a lot through school and had stories published here and there.  I guess I was writing “Silver Brumby” fan fiction, as I was obsessed with horses.  But my first negative review came when I wrote a story about chickens. I think I was in grade 4. The teacher asked us to write about an experience we had had on our weekend.

Now my weekend had been weird. There had been terrible storms, and after they passed, we went to visit an old lady who lived alone. She had chickens. Lots of them. During the storms, she brought them inside as their pen was wrecked.

She allowed them to wander the house. However, her son had been painting, and some paint was spilled by the chickens.

They walked in it. Little white chicken footprints everywhere. On the couch, on the table, on the bench.  It was chaotic. And the most amazing, fun thing I had ever seen. Those chickens had fun!

So, I wrote about the chickens and the paint. I gave it to my teacher. She read it and tore it up, telling me I wasn’t supposed to make the story up and to go and write another story.

There was no way I could make that stuff up, Lady!

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Baby changes everything.

I was a much-loved first child. Golden ringlets, blue eyes, a flick of freckles, and a cheeky smile. I owned the place, toddling around the farm, like the princess I was. Then my world changed. At some stage, my parents decided that the perfect child wasn’t enough for them, and they decided to have another child. My brother. Snowy white hair, brown eyes, he was as cute as anything, or so I have been told. I didn’t like him much, apparently. I guess this is why I was caught leaning over his bassinet when he was barely a week old. He was screaming, as much as he could with me holding the sheet over his face. He was bleeding a little too, from the eyes. I had tried to shut his eyes, through the sheet, so that he could sleep, well that’s my story. There is no way in hell I was trying to poke his eyes out, as my parents love to say.

Straight away I knew my position as princess and perfect child was in trouble. And I was right!

The Princess I was!
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