I bet when people asked my mother how I was doing when I was five years old, she responded with normal things like, “Oh, she just learned how to read!” or “She’s mastering tying her shoes!” or “She’s been practicing for her ballet recital!”
When really I think more people would have liked to hear about how I tried to give myself a temporary tattoo of a dinosaur and ended up passing out on the bathroom floor while holding the tattoo in place on my arm because I was so freaked out by the transfer process, or how I got stuck in my grandmother’s old pink toilet that same year and had to scream for help until she came into the bathroom cackling and pulled on my arms.
That’s the real stuff people want to know.
Memoirable Moments 