23/8/11

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Frequently I am given proof positive that 1) my daughters can write, and 2) the pomegranate comes from the same tree as its Mama Pomegranate. While I was at Worldcon, I received the following, which was apparently in answer to a call for a "creative story" about herself, as homework for Spanish class.
About Me

Hola, Señorita Ballard-Hanson! I’d like to take this opportunity to tell you a bit about myself. My name is [Avocado], and I was born in the favela of Rocinha in Rio de Janiero, Brazil. I lived with my mother, father, and older sister Juliana in what is a fairly large house in Rocinha (a pretty small house here). When I was 3 years old, our family moved to Miami, Florida, where my our family was lucky enough to win the Florida Power Ball Lottery for 47 million dollars! At that point, we packed our bags, moved to Los Angeles, and started a new life. My dad became the C.E.O. of a Fortune 500 company and we lived in the most beautiful house in Beverly Hills. When I was 7, things started to get tricky. My mom had secretly been stealing money from our family for her own selfish Curling habits. That’s right. Her passion was playing and betting on Curling games, the weirdest sport in the world. I mean who wants to sweep a metal thing on ice? My father was so upset at her odd addiction that he became distracted, distraught, and ultimately lost his company. So at age 9 we moved to Antwerp, Belgium to escape some people that my dad owed money to. Belgium was great. All day I would eat waffles and chocolate, play with my sister, and race boats along the Scheldt River. At age 14 I moved from Belgium back to the United States, where we hope to build our lives up again. In August 2010 I started Balboa High School and have been loving it ever since. The rest is history!

I hope you liked my creative story.


And here I thought no one knew of my sinister addiction to curling...
madrobins: It's a meatloaf.  Dressed up like a bunny.  (Default)
Over at Book View Café's blog today, I have another of my "I Was Raised in a Barn" reminiscences, this one about snakes. And Ziploc bags.