In defiance of my parents I always swallowed the watermelon seeds. My brother assured me that my stomach was going to explode. I thought that would be so cool. Maybe I’d be on the news. Didn’t happen, but my quest for fame was born.
I started keeping a scrap book of newspaper clippings. If you live in a small town a mention in the local papers is inevitable. My favorite thing was cutting out pictures I was almost in and adding an arrow to show where I was outside the frame.
The scrapbook got lost during one of the moves.