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So then I decided that I hope one day I�ll laugh at�
Written by Carolynn Breakey

One day I hope I�ll laugh at everything, especially the things I learned the hard way.
                           I�ll laugh at all the times I fell over things, whether real or imaginary,
At all the boys I had crushes on, and of course all the boys who had crushes on me.
All the times I cried of sadness and all the times I cried of happiness.
Every time I cut my hand with scissors and had to run to the office to get a band-aid.
The times I couldn�t get to bed because I was thinking too much about someone.
Times I cried for my friends, smiled for my friends, and laughed for my friends.
The times I gave my friends painkillers for their uh�headaches.
The times we cried over things so stupid, and dances that made us sad.
The times we had wrestling matches on the boys beds.
Every time we fought in the pool with our bathing suits on (I hope I don�t remember that)
Peach juice chugging contests in foods, where all the juice ends up all over everyone.
�Ice cream �NO HAND� eating contests�
�Sad days��
All nighters with the boys on band tour,
BOYS�
Perfect blondes everyone was jealous of.
Singing Karaoke.
                             Making up handshakes, and milkshakes
we never really could remember.
                          Playing with pencil sharpeners and then getting yelled at.
Bringing water guns to class.
Getting blamed for everything.
Failing tests.
Skipping detentions.
Getting too many late Detentions.
Electrocuting myself.
Starting fires that never really were supposed to exist.
Wearing daisies, and of course, talking to daisies.
Laughing when I wasn�t supposed to laugh.
Crying when I wasn�t supposed to cry.
Talking when I wasn�t supposed to talk.
Smiling when I wasn�t supposed to smile.
The times when I was hurt, felt bad, or hurt someone else.
Getting trampled on in annihilation.
Smashing onto the ice, WITH my helmet on.
Thinking people were diamond smugglers when they were really policemen.
Watching ambulances come during a game of capture the flag.
Breaking glasses, plates, bowls and EVERYTHING that has the ability to shatter.
Having to break into my own house�6 times.
Mud fights in the lake.
Sea-dooing.
Water-skiing.
Falling down stairs.
Making peoples beds.
Scraping plates.
�TUCK� lines.
Singing the superman grace.
Dressing up for dinner theatres.
Taking pictures in GAP.
SECOND CUP.
Coffee nights.
Soccer games.
Boys Volleyball games.
Score-keeping.
I�ll remember the time when I smashed my nose in kindergarten.
Sitting for and hour to get French braids in my hair.
Burning my head with a curling iron in grade six, getting laughed at.
First days of school.
Group leading at Vacation Bible School.
Weddings we cried at.
Funerals we cried at.
Anniversaries we cried at.
Brunches after church.
Canada�s Wonderland.
                                                  MED school on Wednesday nights.
                                   Debates in Social class.
                                            Talking to imaginary friends.
                                 Walking to McDonalds.
                             Making new friends.
                         Talking too much.
Having                                �SUCK IT UP PRINCESS� days.
                                 Waiting at the bus stop.
                                  Shopping with my sister.
                                        Taking pictures of flowers.
                               Camping in the rain.
                                                                    Walking beside bears�BIG BLACK BEARS.
Slipping on the side of a mountain.
Jumping of cliffs.
Getting beat on at the bus stop.
I�ll laugh at Blonde jokes�