Poor 6th child

I know I was supposed to post this forever ago, but I just found the picture I was looking for. :)


I remember one year I hid eggs for Nathan for an Easter egg hunt. He was still fairly young but the rest of us were too old to care about those kinds of things. We were not planning on having an Easter egg hunt and I felt sorry for him and wanted him to have fun.



I don't know if this picture is of the hunt we had that year or not, but it is still a fun picture that brings back that memory.

Egg Hunt

I don't even remember the details of this story. The only thing I can think of is the time (maybe times) that whoever hid the hard-boiled eggs for the hunt forgot where they all were. I think they stayed hidden until someone sniffed them out. I vaguely remember an egg being found inside of the old floor lamp. I could have totally made this story up in my head, but I hope not because it's kind of funny. :)

Easter Memories

Anyone out there have an Easter memory you want to share?

Snake attack...

When John and I were young, probably around six and four, we were playing in the backyard of our American Fork house. I remember jumping off of the swing, and heading over to the porch to go in the house. But right there in the middle of the sidewalk, was a big water snake. I started screaming, and John just rolled his eyes at me, walked over to the pile of bricks in the carport, and smashed the snake. He saved my life! From then on, my little brother was my big hero. Happy Birthday John--I love you!

The Major Paper Cut...

I jut HAD to share this memory. It is such a funny family story.
John and I were fighting one time (I know, we never did this, but for some reason we were this night;) ) and he grabbed my vocabulary book (which was about the size of a Primary Manual) from the table and chucked it at me. I'm no dummy, I ducked, and the missile intended for me hit dad right on top of the head. John and I immediately stopped fighting so we could join together laughing at dad writhing in pain. His head was bleeding, and dad said "That is one major paper cut!" Whenever I think about that Pleasant Grove house and High School, I think of my vocabulary book and this crazy story.

Nicknames and Speeding

Being the little sister, sadly, most of what I can remember about John when we were growing up is bad.
The first thing that came to my mind was the time I was forced to ride somewhere with him in his car when he was probably 16. He drove like a maniac and scared me to death. I remember being curled up in the back seat trying not to throw up.
I also can't think of John in his high school years without thinking about his friends (Wolf, Trent, Travis, Poon, Adam. Those are the ones I remember.) that were great friends to him, but not so nice to the rest of us at the time. They had nicknames for a few of us that weren't so nice and some lived on through R.Jay and his friends. The ones I remember were: Helm, Stinky, and Miss Pick Her Butt. I also remember them all teaching Nathan "The Face". That was pretty funny. It's a good thing those boys grew up to be much nicer men!
Happy Birthday John! (I hope you don't feel too bad that these were the memories I decided to share for your birthday!)

I remember when we moved into our first house in St. George that John helped the movers and I believe they gave him some money. He also was excited because they let him ride his Big Wheel down the ramp off of the moving truck.

He used to ride that bike down the hill in front of our house SO fast that it frightened me if I watched. I suppose he has done many things of the adventurous type over the years that I'm glad I haven't seen.

Does anyone remember the baby chick that we had at that house? I think it got sick and John ended up burying it in our yard.

John has always been a kind and sensitive person (despite his trying to act like he isn't) who is willing to help others.