Share Your World | July 2, 2018

Here is my take on this week’s Share Your World from Cee’s Photography

Tell us about you first bicycle or car?

This first bike I can remember was a big red tricycle that I got for my 4th birthday.  I was super excited for it and didn’t want to share, I mean, I had literally just gotten it.  My cousin, a year older, wanted to try it and I got so mad that my parents made me share it, that I ended up being sent to my room.  Grrrr….. lol!!!

If only life’s problems now were a simple as fighting over a red tricycle.

What fictional world or place would you like to visit?

Is there any other option than Wonderland???  Wouldn’t it be fun to fall down the rabbit hole? Have conversations with the Mad Hatter? A crazy tea party?  Grow big or small just by eating or drinking?? I would love to be Alice for a day.

If you could have someone follow you around for a day, like a personal assistant, what would you have them do?

At first I wanted to answer that I wouldn’t want anyone following me around.  That would drive me insane.  I hate people in my space.  But then I thought about it and really I would love a driver.  I commute to work each day and sometime the traffic is crazy.  It would be nice to just sit back and relax and not have to worry about being alert or having to deal with traffic jams.

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?

We went to a Canada Day BBQ on Sunday to a friends.  We have been friends with these people for more that 20 year.  Always lots laughs.  It great after all these years we can still poke fun at each other.  And how can think picture not make you smile!


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