Blog Post ~ "Before I learned to Hide" ~ AF ~ 9

I think childhood stories show more of a person than stories from adulthood.  As children, we didn't feel the need to get permission to be ourselves.  So today, I'm going to tell you three things about my personality by telling you stories from my childhood.  You will get to know Acacia, before she learned to hide parts of herself.

Goofy

When my younger sister and I were about seven and eight, we would spend a couple of weeks in the summer with dad.  Our step-mom would let us stay awake long enough for him to get home so that we could annoy him a little bit before bed.  When he finally did get home, he would be so tired that when he sat down to talk to us, he would go right to sleep and sleep talk to us.
One day we decided to paint his toenails while he was sleeping.  It was my sister's idea and it was brilliant!  Our step-mom was in on it, so if he wanted to spank us, he would have to take it up with her.
We waited until he got home, gave him a hug and talked to him until he fell asleep as was our normal routine.  Then we painted them piggies!  I don't remember what color, but knowing our girly selves, they probably had sparkles.

Dad told me later on that those painted piggies got him out of a fight the next day.  He was outside wearing sandals about to fight this man, probably for something stupid, then the guy looks at dad's feet and started laughing.  This makes dad angrier.  He says, "What are you laughing at?"  Then looks down and all he can say is, "Daughters man."  The guy understood.

Generosity

As told by Great Granny...
You know, when you were about five years old, we were in the grocery store and I was freezing cold.  You took your little sweater off and handed it to me.

Courage

As told by Mama...
Do you remember when you decided to get baptized?  You were scared to death of water.  You would never even get off the steps at the pool and you definitely wouldn't put your head under water, but you were determined to get baptized.  You and your cousins practiced in the pool in the backyard, going underwater.
When the time came you were ready.  We went out to the lake and when they went to dunk you, you panicked and kept your head above the water.  Everyone clapped and the preacher and the deacon thought they were done, but you said, "My head didn't go under."  You made them do it again.

By: Acacia Faye