I am lucky enough to be surrounded by too many hilarious friends to appropriately answer this question.
It used to be needles, but I got over that after a stay in the hospital a few years ago. Once my body shut off blood circulation in one arm because of the adrenaline pumping through my veins. Luckily for me, I haven’t really replaced it with another phobia.
My beliefs are just that: mine. I don’t tend to talk about them, because I feel like it cheapens them. If you wanna have a private conversation about it, though, feel free to contact me.
Holy moly, I haven’t checked for questions in a while. Expect a small flood of them in a wee bit (five total).
To answer this question, I would rather be really cold. I can jump around to get warmer, but when I’m too hot all I do is get a rash. It’s pretty gross.
Meet Samantha: An American Girl. Book One.
For a book that says Ages 7 and up on the back, this book is so good. Imagine 1st graders reading this. Writing this good is almost impossible to find in books for that age group.
I’m going to have to re-read all of the Samantha books, and probably the rest of the original five girls too.