This was a thing someone sent where l had to discuss 8 things about me.  l forgot about it, but l like it, so l'm posting it.  With edits.

1. I like Cheetos with vanilla ice cream.
2. My parents took me to a nude beach accidentally once when I was five (it was just advertised in a guidebook with no mention of the nudism), and I was so aghast that there were so many ‘poor’ people there who couldn’t afford clothing that I got hysterical when my parents refused to give me money for them.
3. I was an only child until I was twenty four. I now have two step siblings in their thirties and a seven year old half brother.
4. The only bones I’ve broken have been my big toes – my left three times, and my right twice. All but one dancing barefoot.
5. I have a weird habit of rubbing the backs of my arms when they get cold to the touch. It bugs me for some reason that the fronts are warm when the backs aren’t, so you can always catch me rubbing the backs of my arms, but not my fronts…even if it’s not that cold outside.
6. There’s a star tattoo in the hollow of my neck that was actually a friendship tattoo…but you guessed it, we’re no longer friends.  Long story, different paths.
7. My three to five year goal is to have an organization up and running (or be networking with an already established one) that benefits and raises awareness for special needs children in impoverished countries.  My recent trip to Kenya yielded several people already in the field who may be able to help me achieve that goal quicker and easier.  lf it happens, l will probably move back to Nairobi.  I’ll have to do some research, but overseas is where I belong…and overseas is where I intend to go.
8. I went to jail for several weed related misdemeanors between the ages of eighteen and nineteen, and during that time, figured out that even at the smallest setting, I can take handcuffs off. I kept giving them back to my *very* butch booking officer, who seemed to love the fact that I could remove em in the first place, and after I convinced her (with a bit of eyelash batting) that I wasn’t going anywhere – and how could I? – she let me go without.