Unfortunately for him, it was very windy and he was very light. He was blown against the gate behind the car, holding on to his little hat for dear life, crying out for us to help him. He was only 3 at the time. Amy and I couldn't help but laugh at his hopelessness and looking back, it was cruel not to help him. We got hell from our Dad.
We finally arrived at the hospital and ran to the room our Mum was in. In the bed next to her, was our littlest sister. She looked adorable. We never would've guessed what a pain in the ass she would be in later years! Haha I'm just joking!
Jemma wasn't any ordinary child. Everything she did had a comical touch to it. She was and still is so clumsy. Falling up the stairs, walking into doors, falling off the top bunk of the bed, you name it and she's probably fallen or walked into it. I remember when she was a few months old, Dad playing airplane with her and Jemma ended up throwing up in his mouth. Bet he was loving her then!
A few years later, she had gotten to the "leave something in her reach and something bad will happen" stage. We had noticed Jemma had been very quite for quite some time. Amy soon discovered why. Jemma was in Amy's room with pens. She had drawn all over her arms and face and claimed she was 'The Undertaker'. For those who don't know who The Undertaker is, he is an American wrestler with tattoo's all over his arms...
She is also one tough cookie. Her and Matthew had such a vicious rivalry when they were younger and she never backed down and was constantly trying to stir things up. Luckily for our Mum, they've calmed down more.
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| Happy Birthday Jemma! |
And now she's entered the teenage years. Aww I remember it well. Tantrums, mood swings, under-age drinking, thinking you're better than everyone and you're always right. Good luck with another teenager in the house Mum!
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