Even back then, I was taking myself way too seriously. My uncle had given me the pictured “stick camel” for Christmas that year. That was all fine and dandy, except that my friend Noah had a stick horse. In a demonstration of my characteristic stubborness, I refused to believe that it was a camel. If anyone asked, it was my HORSE, goshdarnit. Can’t you tell it’s a HORSE, people? Only CRAZY PEOPLE would call this a camel.
… And so began the long road to my parents’ gray hairs.
April 10th, 2006 at 11:28 am
Looks like a horse to me. I dont see any humps.
April 16th, 2006 at 8:06 am
MY POINT EXACTLY.