I was seven years old and living in a house I affectionately called 'the pool house' (I later lived in the 'Trampoline House', the 'Johnson Tree House', and so on...you get the trend of nicknaming houses I had). Anyways, this house had a forest (not really). There was a large tree in our neighbors front yard, surrounded by bushes that were
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I just went a little too high that time!
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I'm...talented? ~.~ I'm not quite sure that's the write word for it... >.>
I don't even have a scar from it. Half the time, I think I dreamed it up, but my mom confirms that it happened...
I'm wierd. ^.^ Maybe I can just miraculously heal. And next I'll start sprouting metal claws from my knuckles, right?
(not that I'd complain, that's be kick ass, too)
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And get in line behind me for the claws. Although I'd take the stopping time thing for superhero powers. I've seriously thought that through...I need a life.
And I've been running around for 48 hours and just got to responding to your e-mail. Check your inbox girlie.
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And you and I both need a life. I've decided that if I want the super-hero power of being able to move through reflections (mirrors, puddles, as long as the reflection is strong enough) coupled with the fact that with this ability, my reflection can kill your reflection and you die from it.
Yes, yes, I've spent far too much time thinking about this, as well. ^.^
I'm glad that you've walked away from every accident and hope you don't get into any more!
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