The other day, the hubby and I were telling eachother stories and I suddenly remembered my first pet - when I was a little girl, I had a pet chicken.
When my husband didn't believe me, I called my mother who retold the story of my chicken. Unfortunately, she couldn't remember it's name, but she told me that it was given to me when I was a little girl and we raised it in our basement apartment.
Once, it ran away and I cried for days. But soon, it was found, and I was happy again.
When my husband didn't believe me, I called my mother who retold the story of my chicken. Unfortunately, she couldn't remember it's name, but she told me that it was given to me when I was a little girl and we raised it in our basement apartment.
Once, it ran away and I cried for days. But soon, it was found, and I was happy again.
Me at age 2, when I had a pet chicken
Thirty years later, my mother tells me I ate my pet chicken.
Good thing I can't remember what I named it, or I would need therapy.
4 comments:
You had the same sweet face then that you have now. I guess you don't have a pet chicken anymore.
maybe that's why you don't like animals. and amy - my dad lives in miami and he tried the chicken rearing business for a while. until the rottweiler from his dog rearing business ate them all.
Gary - thanks! You're so sweet.
Amy - We lived in Jersey at the time.
ACB - But I loved my chicken! There's really no reason why I'm not an animal lover. I just don't really like them. Maybe cause I'm so cold hearted?
Hmmm, maybe if you had an animal, you would love it. You just don't like other people's animals.
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