When I was a child...

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 1 Corinthians 13:11

Do you have any fond childhood memories? I'm sure some people have more memories than others. I can't remember anything before age 5 or so. Maybe that has something to do with the concussion I had at age 12. But who knows...

I can remember that Elmo is my favorite Sesame Street character....

and I love Barney...and hide-and-go-seek has always been my favorite game. I had a quite few dolls, but if they had really been alive, I'm sure they would have starved or froze, because I didn't dress and feed them too often. My sister mandy and I played with our toy horses and barbies instead of dolls. We made a little town in our closet, with a hospital, store, houses, stables, everything you'd need to play town! We never took it down, left it up until I was too old to play with it anymore, about age 11 or so. Now my little sister naya plays with the horses. Some of them have missing legs from having been left out on the floor and stepped on. I remember my horse's name, ginger, and that our dog ate the barbie's pants.

I don't have barbies or toy horses anymore, and I don't watch seasame street anymore, well, not very often. But I still love hide-and-go-seek! I think I learned a lot from elmo, and he and I share a love of goldfish!

CALL 911!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Twice in a year.... I, Alyssa, little old me, is the reason for an emergency call. At 5am or so (i was too busy fighting to breathe to look at the clock, plus i didn't have my glasses) the ambulance came to take me to the hospital. I was having the worst asthma attack ever. It was not really scary, Brian and Pete were very nice. In fact, later my mom talked to Brian I think, and he said he'd been to our house before cuz his kid's friends used to live here. As soon as they gave me the stuff to breathe in, my lungs started to relax. When I was being rolled into my room, a nurse said she loved my socks, and I said thanks I made them myself. :D She said, boy those are so nice, you could sell them. It was like having "day ja vou" sorry I can't even spell the word, and neither can spell check. lol It was day ja vou because just yesterday the nurse at the doctors said she would buy my socks! Is it just because my socks are so awesome, or do nurses really like cool socks? (because the hospital grey socks are very ugly.)
So anyway... I was at the ER for 6 hours before I finally got to go home after having 2 breathing treatments, one for a whole hour. I can't remember how many times the doctors used the stethoscope on my back to listen to my lungs breathe in, breathe out, deep breath in, and out.... Then I had to pee in a cup, and have an xray, and have 4 tubes of blood taken, and have an IV. I was soooo ready to leave! It was like being let home from prison after all those wires were taken off of me, and that annoying beeping machine no long alerted me when my oxygen level was low, or the blood pressure cuff automatically went off every half hour. Leaving was another thing, I wasn't wearing shoes and my mom didn't think of bringing me any, and I was still legally blind because I forgot my glasses too. So my mom got me some very ugly grey hospital socks, and I walked to the van in those.

So anyways.... If you're wondering what the first time I called 911 was... well... that was for the firefighters, but that's another story... lol