I still walk 20 feet ahead of my mom--only now it's because I just walk too fast. So I walk...and pause...walk...and pause. Now that I *want* to walk with her, I can't control my rebellious stride.
I'm a fast walker, but NO ONE is as fast as my mom. At 66 years old, she STILL is 3 steps ahead of me at all times. I don't know how I did it when I was 4ft tall...
Yeah I did this walk thing when I was a teenager too. Dear Mama, I'm SO sorry.
ah, teenagers. they scare me. i always think that i will ship my kids off to boarding school once they hit adolescence and welcome them back when they start being decent, normal beings again. (why not more people do this, i don't know.)
[Lucas clap]
Your next book should be an in-depth study of this whole bershon thing, with copious photographs. You're the one to define it for future generations, Sarah Brown!
This is an OUTSTANDING photo- lovely outfit, missy!! I would have KILLED for a swimsuit like that. It's funny now we're such demon as kids and think we're so adult and then when we're REALLY grown up we lament the days we wasted being such douches to our loved ones. I also didn't know they had dolphins in SC. Good to know...
As always, thanks for sharing a little window in to your world that we can all relate to. :-)
~Nate.
I love Mrs. Kennedy's idea for the next book.
I'm having some sort of weird acid flashback or something because I am quite certain my family and I had this exact same beach vacation, right down to the Super Specials and the bershon photos (which I may have burned during an adolescent body image meltdown- my bathing suit made me look Jabba the Hut).
I totally hear you on the sibling age gap. My sister and I are six years apart. The fact that we are both still alive and intact today defies any logical explanation. See: the time I was 17 and I teased my 11 year old sister about all her newly minted, definitely painful orthodontia by calling her Brace Face... she screamed, and I quote, "Go away you bitch before I unhinge my jaw and eat you!"
Ah, memories...
are you the one selling your book on amazon for $24.31? man, i am just thinking of the b.s.c. fortune i have sitting in boxes in my old closet at my parents' house...
Once you are old enough to go out without your parents, it is pure evil to make you go out WITH them. What if someone saw you and thought you weren't allowed out on your own?! The horror.
My Mom used to like holding my hand when I was about 12-13 and out with her. Can you imagine?
I had to do it though, because she had the money and I wanted new clothes.
Once you are old enough to go out without your parents, it is pure evil to make you go out WITH them. What if someone saw you and thought you weren't allowed out on your own?! The horror.
My Mom used to like holding my hand when I was about 12-13 and out with her. Can you imagine?
I had to do it though, because she had the money and I wanted new clothes.
Once you are old enough to go out without your parents, it is pure evil to make you go out WITH them. What if someone saw you and thought you weren't allowed out on your own?! The horror.
My Mom used to like holding my hand when I was about 12-13 and out with her. Can you imagine?
I had to do it though, because she had the money and I wanted new clothes.
Shall I say that again?
Jesus, where's the delete button? Sorry.
Girrrrl, if you do the Bershon Chronicles, I have a couple Grand Slam Bershon Breakfast photos to contribute. Do it. DO IT.
Bershon is now my new favorite word. Thank you.
Looking fierce, Ms. Brown!