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Autobiography written by ROBIN128 on Sunday 13, April 2008

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a young girl

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SUNDAY MORNINGS.WAKING UP TO THE SOUND OF THE MORNING BIRDS SINGING. BRIGHT SUNSHINE. COFFEE BREWING. MOMMY PUTS THE ITALIAN HOUR ON. DEAN MARTIN SINGING THAT'S AMORE.. I LOVE THAT SILLY SONG! WHEN TEH MOON HITS YOUR EYE , LIKE A BIG PIZZA PIE, THAT'S AMORE!!! ITALIAN PASTRIES. EVERYTHING BAGELS WITH CREAM CREAM CHEESE, LOX OH AND LET'S ADD A SLICE OF ONION AND TOMATO, SHALL WE? DADDY WANT TO KNOW IF I WANT ANY EGGS. I DON'T WANT TO HURT HIS FEELINGS, SO I SAY YES. HE ALWAYS MAKES THEM SO RUNNY. GROSS! THE SOUND OF THE NEIGHBOR'S LAWN MOWER .SMELLING THE FRESH CUT GRASS OUTSIDE. THE LAWN STILL DAMP FROM THE MORNING DEW...... .EASTER. MARSHMALLOW PEEPS.CADBURY EGGS. MY WHITE PATENT LEATHER SHOES WITH A MATCHING POCKETBOOK. LEMONAIDE STANDS. PIXIE STICKS. THE SUGARY POWDER STAINS OUR TONGUES. WHAT COLOR IS YOURS? SEE!! MINE'S PURPLE. HERE COMES THE ICECREAM MAN!! IS IT GOOD HUMOR OR MR SOFTIE? ITS GOOD HUMOR. I'LL HAVE A FUDGE BOMB..WAIT. I CHANGED MY MIND..STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE.MARY GOT A CREAMSICKLE.NANCY WANTS A CHOCOLATE ÉCLAIR. SITTING ON THE CURB EATING OUR ICECREAM. THE SUNS GOING DOWN. WAIT, WHAT'S THAT? MR SOFTIE! OOOHHHH, WE SHOULD HAVE WAITED. HE DOESN'T COME EVERYDAY LIKE THE GOOD HUMOR MAN. MOM ALWAYS SAYS MR. SOFTIE COSTS MORE MONEY BUT EVERY NOW AND THEN SHE LETS ME GET IT. ALL AMERICAN BURGERS AND CARVEL IS RIGHT NEXT DOOR. LOCATED IN MASSAPEQUA ON MERRICK ROAD. EARLY 70'S. HIPPIES STANDING ON LINE. MY SISTER KAREN USED TO TAKE ME THERE ALL THE TIME. BUT SHE HAD TO IRON HER HAIR FIRST. WITH MY MOM'S IRON. SHE WOULD LAY IT ON THE IRONING BOARD AND MAKE IT REAL SMOOTH. THE BOYS SHE KNOWS ARE SO CUTE. THEY ALL HAVE SHINY LONG HAIR AND COOL CLOTHES. THEIR HAIR IS LONGER THAN HERS. THEY ALWAYS TALK TO ME LIKE I'M A GROWN UP AND TELL ME NEVER TO HATE. LOVE EVERYONE THEY SAID. I FEEL GROWN UP AND SPECIAL BECAUSE THE HIPPIES THINK I'M A COOL LITTLE SISTER. THEY TOLD ME I AM GOING TO BE BEAUTIFUL WHEN I GRWO UP. SOMETIMES MY SISTER WOULD TELL ME NOT TO PAY ATTENTION TO SOME OF HER FRIENDS BECAUSE THEY WERE WEIRD. BUT I HAD A CRUSH ON THOSE GUYS WITH THE BEAUTIFUL HAIR. THEY LOOK LIKE JESUS. THEY WEAR SANDALS AND HEADBANDS. I TELL ALL THE KIDS AT SCHOOL THAT I TALK TO CUTE HIPPY BOYS. I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY THEY THINK ITS DISGUSTING .ESPECIALLY MAUREEN KILKELLY AND BERNADETTE MCCORMICK. MY SISTER KAREN SAID THAT'S BECAUSE THEIR PARENTS ARE PART OF THE ESTABLISHMENT. MY SISTER SAID THAT MRS KILKELLY IS JUST MAD BECAUSE MR KILKELLY CHECKS MY SISTER' TITS OUT ALL OF THE TIME. MRS KILKELLY NEEDS TO PULL THE STICK OUT OF HER FAT ASS. ITS TIME TO PUT TOGETHER OUR NEIGHBORHOOD TALENT SHOW. CAROL MOONEY'S BACKYARD. METAL FOLDOUT CHAIRS. I SING JOY TO THE WORLD. I HAVE A STRONG VOICE. EVERYONE IS IMPRESSED AND SAID I WAS SOME SINGER. EVEN IN SCHOOL, THE TEACHERS SAID I DIDN'T NEED A MICROPHONE. MY VOICE WAS THAT STRONG......I'D THROW AWAY THE CARS AND THE BARS AND THE WARS. AND MAKE SWEET LOVIN TO YOU ..SINGING..JOY TO THE WORLD. ALL THE BOYS AND GIRLS NOW. JOY TO THE FISHES IN THE DEEP BLUE SEA. JOY TO YOU AND ME.... I SMELL THE WHIFF OF CHLORINE FROM SOMEONE'S POOL. .....SOMEONE IS FIRING UP THEIR GRILL.....THE SMELL OF STEAK AND CHICKEN...MAKES ME CRAVE IT THE REST OF THE DAY.CORN ON THE COB. DRIPPING WITH BUTTER. MMMMMM!!!!! WE ARE HAVING A NEIGHBORHOOD BLOCK PARTY. EVERYOE IS THERE. I DANCE AND DANCE TO THE MUSIC. I LOVE BENG "ON STAGE". EVERYONE WATCHES ME DANCE AND TELLS MY MOM, I SHOULD BE FAMOUS. THIS IS MY CUE TO DO MY GERALDINE IMPERSONATION.. YOU DO REMEMBER GREALDINE DON'T YOU ?FROM THE FLIP WILSON SHOW. RAINY DAYS IN MANHATTAN. THE WINDOWS WIDE OPEN. THE WHITE LACE CURTAINS BEING BLOWN IN AS LITTLE DROPS OF RAIN COME IN. THE SOUND OF TIRES ON THE WET STREET.SWOOSH !!!! SWOOSH !! I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED THAT SOUND. I STICK MY HEAD OU THE WINDOW SO THE RAIN CAN HIT MY FACE. RUNNING OUTSIDE IN THE MIDDLE OF A RAINSTORM . GETTING SOAK AND WET . FEEL THE CHILL? . RUNNING BACK INSIDE.PUT ON NICE COMFY DRY CLOTHES. JUMPING ON THE BED. THEN COLLAPSE AND GET UNDER THE COVERS. WATCH A GOOD MOVIE. EATING CHINESE FOOD IN BED OUT OF CARTONS. THE SUNDAY CROSSWORD BY MY SIDE. SUMMERTIME. MY FAVORITE SEASON. THE BEACH.THE SOUND OF THE WAVES CRASHING ON THE SHORELINE. THE SEAGULLS CRIES . THE WARMTH OF THE SUN. CHILDREN'S LAUGHTER IN THE DISTANCE. THE SUN SETTING. THE SKY IN SHADES OF ORANGE AND RED. AN ARTISTS CANVAS .... IT'S GOING TO BE ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL DAY TOMORROW! IT'S GETTING A LITTLE CHILLY. PUTTING ON MY SWEATSHIRT. HUGGING MY KNEES....SILENCE...... I DON'T WANT THIS MOMENT TO END. THE BEAUTY OF NATURE. GOD'S MASTERPIECE. LIFE IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL GIFT, WHICH I TEND TO TAKE FOR GRANTED SOMETIMES. AUTUMN IN NEW YORK. THE AMBER LEAVES CRUNCHING UNDERNEATH MY FEET AS I STROLL THROUGH CENTRAL PARK. A MOM WALKS BY PUSHING A STROLLER. A BALLOON TIED TO ITS HANDLE. SMELL THE AIR. SO CRISP AND FRESH. A MAN JOGGING. CONSTRUCTION MEN WHISTLING AT THE PRETTY GIRLS AS THEY WALK BY. BACK ON LONG ISLAND THE FIREPLACES ARE CRACKLING . I REMEMBER DRIVING IN THE CAR AND SMELLING THE SMOKE FROM THE CHIMNEYS . CHRISTMAS IS APPROACHING. . THE WHITE CHRISTMAS TREE LIGHTS TWINKLING. MOMMY'S LASAGNA. GOD I LOVE BEING ITALIAN...ESPECIALLY ON THE HOLIDAYS. THE FEASTS WE HAD !! GIFTS EVERYWHERE. FINDING THE GIFTS. CAREFULLY UNWRAPPING TEHM. TAKING A PEEK. HURRY UP!! WRAP THEM BACK UP AGAIN. I SAID HURRY UP! MOMMY'S COMING ! BOOKS WERE ALWAYS MY FAVORITE GIFT. AT THE AGE OF 5 , I STARTED MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH BOOKS. THEY ARE MY GREATEST ESCAPE. GREAT ADVENTURE . NEW JERSEY. VANILLA ICE CREAM IN A GREAT BIG WAFFLE CONE. STRAWBERRY TOPPING.THE ICECREAM MELTING AND DRIPPING DOWN MY HAND. CAN'T LICK IT UP FAST ENOUGH. IT'S MELTING EVERYWHERE! LOL. WAIT A MINUTE.... CONEY ISLAND HOTDOGS!!!! NORTH CAROLINA . THANKSGIVING. MY INTRODUCTION TO DEEP FRIED WILD TURKEY INJECTED WITH CAJUN SEASONINGS.. BEST TURKEY I HAVE EVER EATEN . SWEET POTATO CASSEROLE. RECIPE CALLS FOR 2 WHOLE STICKS OF BUTTER.BUT LORD, ITS GOOD. A BIG GLASS OF FRESHLY BREWED ICED TEA. FRESH ICE COLD LEMONAIDE IN A CLEAR GLASS PITCHER.TONS OF ICE CUBES . RED VELVET CAKE. HONEY SUCKLES, PUSSY WILLOWS, BUTTER CUPS...WHAT THE HECK WERE THOSE GREEN THINGS THINGS WE USED TO STICK ON THE END OF OUR NOSES THAT GROW ON THE TREES? THEY MADE YOU LOOK LIKE PINOCCHIO. FUNNEL CAKES, LIGHTNING BUGS,DANDELIONS, INCH WORMS AND LADY BUGS. I LOVE LADY BUGS. CHECK IT OUT ! A SHOOTING STAR!! YELLOW RIBBONS TIED AROUND OAK TREES. HOLY COW. CAN'T BELIEVE I REMEMBER THAT ONE. TONY ORLANDO AND DAWN INSPIRED THAT ONE WITH THEIR SONG."TIE A YELLOW RIBBON ROUND THE OLD OAK TREE. IT'S BEEN 3 LONG YEARS. DO YOU STILL WANT ME?" MY MOTHER AND LYNN SANTANGELO HAD RIBBONS AROUND OUR OAKS TREES. YES, I WAS SO EMBARASSSED. LOVE STORY WITH RYAN O'NEAL AND ALI MCGRAW. OMG, DID I CRY..."LOVE MEANS NEVER HAVING TO SAY YOU'RE SORRY." WATCHING THE WAY WE WERE WITH MY SISTER KAREN...TALK ABOUT CRYING! WE SOBBED LIKE BABIES. OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO SAD! WHY DID THEY AHVE TO BREAK UP? . MY MOTHER SAYING..YOU ARE BOTH SO RIDICULOUS! IT'S JUST A MOVIE. ....MA YOU ARE SO COLD! DON'T YOU HAVE A HEART? DON'T YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE? ..I WAS ALWAYS A HOPELESS ROMANTIC. EVEN AT THE AGE OF 8 , I DREAMED ABOUT STANDING ON THE BEACH AND A MAN COMING UP TO ME ON HIS HORSE. FADED JEANS. NO SHIRT. BRONZED SKIN. I HAVE ON A WHITE GAUZY SUNDRESS AND ONE STRAP KEEPS FALLING DOWN. i CAN'T PICTURE HIS FACE YET,, BUT I KNOW HE HAS THE MOST INTENSE EYES. WE NEVER SPEAK . HE PUSHES THE LOOSE STRANDS OF HAIR OUT OF MY FACE. HE IS SO BEAUTIFUL. NOW I AM OLDER . AND NOW I TAKE THIS FANTASY FURTHER. NOW ITS A THUNDERSTORM ON THE BEACH, BUT ITS WARM OUT. AND MY DRESS STICKS TO ME AND YOU CAN SEE THE OUTLINE OF MY BODY THROUGH IT. WE MAKE LOVE ON THE BEACH TO THE SOUND OF THE WAVES AND THE ROAR OF THE THUNDER. I'M 16. SUMMERS IN THE HAMPTONS. CONCERTS AT HOT DOG BEACH. THE SMELL OF COPPERTONE EVERYWHERE.I WAS BORN A BEACH BUNNY. ALWAYS IN THE SUN. I WAS SO BROWN IN MY LITTLE BIKINI. NOBODY COULD GET AS TAN AS ME AND HONEY I WAS PROUD OF IT! DIFFERENT TIMES . WE DIDN'T WORRY ABOUT SUNSCREEN AND SKIN CANCER. I REMEMBER MIXING BABY OIL WITH IODINE ..VOLLEYBALL....CUTE BOYS ALWAYS ASKING ME FOR MY PHONE NUMBER. GRILLING LOBSTERS OUTSIDE ON THE FIREPIT... STANDING ON THE CLIFF AND LOOKING AT THE OCEAN AND DREAMING OF MY NEXT ADVENTURE..............
   

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