tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37828945893332653482011-04-21T15:47:59.828-07:00Joe Whitakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437524751546711215noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782894589333265348.post-44268055929327318512009-02-07T19:25:00.000-08:002009-02-07T20:10:41.228-08:00I have been reading through my sisters blogs and it has got me to thinking. There are so many fond memories of my childhood. One that I don't believe I truly remember, But I've heard the story so many times. It's almost like a memory. My two sisters (Stacey and Lori) were riding a three wheeler on our family farm and they had me on the very back behind the younger of my two sisters(Lori). I couldn't have been older than 4 years old. I was wearing a pair of overalls with the donkey from the variety show <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">HEE</span>-HAW on the front and the words <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">HEE</span>-HAW. They were speeding around thinking I could hold on, When Lori realized I was gone. She looked back and saw me rolling and she says the only thing she saw was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">HEE</span>-HAW, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">HEE</span>-HAW. Now I ponder, What made them think a child as young as I was would hold on? Shouldn't I have been in the middle? On second thought maybe they were trying to get rid of me! I payed them back of course. They liked to make paper dolls. I tore them up every chance I got. Ah, Sweet revenge. Oh, By the way. I love you Stacey and Lori. Your two different type of people. You both played a big part in making me the man I am.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782894589333265348-4426805592932731851?l=whitakershitchinpost.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joe Whitakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437524751546711215noreply@blogger.com3