Blog 54

So, I had this sick obsession with my turtle, Chad, as a child. I would take him everywhere I went. I would sneak him into movies, walk him at parks, and I even took him to school once. I loved that animal so much. I saved him after I saw him crossing a busy street. He had no chance.

So, there was this one time where I almost drowned in the Pacific Ocean. I was swimming out in Japanese waters when I was thirteen years old and the waves kept getting stronger and stronger. I had no idea that high tide was about to happen because I did not understand the fluid Japanese being spoken over the sound system. So there I was, vulnerable thirteen year old Catherine in her inner tube when all of a sudden, she looks over her shoulder to see a huge wave about to crash down on her. I don’t know if any of you guys have been caught in a wave, but it’s even worse when you are stuck in an inner tube at the same time.

So, as a child, I had these manic reactions whenever someone would try to hold my hand. Whether it be at a store or crossing the street, I would jerk my arm in a certain way that would pop my elbow out of place. There was one time where I was stuck behind a couch (given the fact that I was four) and my brother and sister (given the fact that my sister was 13) were the only ones home. My six year old brother tried to pull me out and my elbow dislocated and I was stuck behind that couch for hours until my parents got home.