I have been tagged by one my favorite blogging friends, Angela Orlowski-Peart , to play a blogging game. In this game I write a post about 10 intresting things about myself and then tag four other bloggers to do the same. I was lucky enough to find five fabulous bloggers to play the game with me: @LolaSharp @FESewell @IsisRushdan @Tiger_Gray @Robin_Weeks All the bloggers are part of the Writer’s Platform-Building Campaign.
Megan’s top ten list
When I was four my mother took me on the Matterhorn roller coaster at Disneyland. I didn’t know at the time that my mother had a fear of heights. It didn’t take long for her to start screaming. When the ride went outside the mountain or around corners she would scream, “we’re going to die. Look how far we are up. Oh god I can feel it, we’re tipping.” It may not surprise you but it wasn’t until my teens that I was really able to enjoy roller coasters again.
I go to Disneyland once a year.
Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. I loved watching spooky movies and wearing whatever costume my mother made that year. However, I didn’t like candy. I can still remember how happy my brother and mother were when I came home with my pillow sack full of candy.
I have bought the book Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark: Collected from American Folklore by Alvin Schwartz three times as a kid. I loved the spooky stories in it but there was one story about a killer hiding in the attic. My room had the access panel for our attic and I would become convinced that the sounds I heard from there were a killer just waiting for me to go to sleep. After a few days of not sleeping, my mom would figure out what the problem was and make me get rid of the book.
Every watch I have owned dies within a few days or at most three weeks.
I have been telling and writing stories since I could talk. When I would catch my mother not listening, I would start telling her wilder and wilder story twists. You know, “And then they took my classmate out into the woods and shot him.” Or “The squirreled came down from the chandelier and demanded nuts.”
I’m currently in the same teaching credential program that my grandfather attended.
As a child, I refused to eat square pizza because it I swore it tasted different than the round pizza. I don’t think so anymore but my family still teases me about being a picker eater so I still insist it taste different.
When I was a kid I caught a rapid badger in my cousin’s basement. I don’t know why but they wouldn’t let me keep it as a pet or hug it.
I love to bake cupcakes. My two favorite cupcakes are Oreo and pound cake.