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So I wrote like a paragraph and now I am distracted again. For some reason I started to think about why I hate Christmas and now I feel like sharing a story.

It all started when I was six or seven. I was with my grandparents and my cousin Jessica. We were driving around Savannah looking at houses. Our grandparents told us to tell the people nice lights to be kind to the ones who were sitting out in the cold. So we did.  When I am done yelling I go to pull my head back in and find that I can't. I also find that the window is still moving up. Apparently my Opi (grandfather) had told us to pull out heads in the window. I missed this. So we are driving down the street with my head out the window trying (not very well) to stop the window from rising. I reach for the button to stop it from rising but I cannot find it in time. So to try and stop the window from chocking me I just start pulling down on the window (really did not work). So we continue to drive down the street. At this point I start to freak out and screaming bloody murder. This is when my cousin and Omi (Grandmother) realize what is going on in the back. So I can hear the yelling at my Opi to stop and roll down the window. You are probably thinking that this the end of the story. You are wrong. My Opi is completely deaf in his right ear. Why is that important? Because he insist on always driving. So my cousin are yelling in to his deaf ear to get his attention. Finally he hears then and I feel the pressure on my neck go away. So yeah nearly getting decapitated by my Opi sucked all the Christmas spirit out of me


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Dec. 20th, 2006 06:26 am (UTC)
Dude, can we say traumatizing?
Dec. 20th, 2006 06:40 am (UTC)
Just a little bit. I still have a hatred from Christmas lights to this day.
Dec. 20th, 2006 08:06 pm (UTC)
That's understandable.

I notice you call your grandparents Opi and Omi. It sounds almost Dutch (Oupa and Ouma). is it?
Dec. 20th, 2006 09:40 pm (UTC)
It is used in Germany. My grandmother is German and my grandparents meet and lived in Germany until my mom was in her teens.
Dec. 23rd, 2006 09:58 am (UTC)
Cool! Part of my family's German too (and Dutch and some other things).
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