Week #27

Okay, let me talk about my embarrassing childhood. I was the one afraid of Barney. The thing was, my sister was in love with Barney... and I hated Barney. So, she would literally chase me around the house with a freaking Barney doll in her hand. I would be screaming bloody murder. See the is, my parents were at work. So, no one was around to yell at my sister. I was her torture doll. I was the cause of her happiness, control, and revenge. Well, she did this because she didn't like the fact that I was born... so she tried to get revenge. Eventually my parents found out. My sister got grounded and my mom made her lock up all of her stupid Barney dolls in her room.