WWTK-Being a Kid

It Wednesday!  The week is half over and to make it go just a bit quicker let's answer questions with Mamarazzi and Queso.
This week's questions are from Mamarazzi:

1. Did you live in the same town or move around a lot as a kid?  I was born in Florida (Hollywood), lived in Missouri (Sweet Springs) and then California (Yucipa).  When I was seven, mom moved us to Wyoming (Buffalo).  After that we stayed put.  There were lots of reasons for those early moves.  mostly bad choices on the part of my parents.
2. What were your parents like?  My mom is wonderful, kind of crazy, but she means well.  She is fabulous with the boys and really good to me.  I never knew my father.  he committed suicide when I was three month old.  From what my mom has told me I would have liked him.  My mom had two other husbands but I didn't like either on them really.
3. Do you have any siblings?  What were they like growing up?  I have one younger brother.  He loves the out doors and fishing.  He was your typical annoying younger brother until he figured out that he wanted to be able to hang out with me once I could drive.  That's when he stopped telling one me.
4. Share a short story from your childhood.  Which one to choose.  Oh I know I'll tell the one that embarrassed me to no end when I was a teenager.  It starts with a favorite uncle.  He was italian and from New York.  his name was Joe.  I was about four.  For some reason I forgot his name and called him uncle George.  He sputtered and popped and made a big deal about my remembering his name.  After that, I would get a gleam in my eye and purposely call him Uncle George just to make him sputter and pop again.  Since we were in California and they were from New York, they got up way earlier than we did.  It was summer and most often during the night I would end up sleeping on my stomach with my legs tucked under me.  My tush would be sticking up in the air.  One morning he came in and kissed my tush.  The next time I called him Uncle George he came back with "But I kissed your butt!"  We went round and round with this until he had to go back to New York for work.  A short time later, we got a new pastor at church.  His name was Joe.  Mom had him and his wife over for dinner and introduced me to him.  I said hello, climbed up in his lap, looked him square in the eye and said "Kiss my butt!"  Mom had some fast explaining to do then.
5. What did you look like?

My brother and I, He was 2, I was 6.

And that is all for this week.  Go see Mamarazzi and Queso and see what everyone else brave enough to post a picture looked like.

PS:  Go visit my Giveaway.  It really cool and hey, who doesn't like a giveaway?