I got married when I was about 4
Our neighbours a few house up had two kids, a lad about the same age as my older brother and his sister who was a couple of years older herself.

For some reason while we were out playing one day my brother and the sister decided we should get married, why I don't know, I hated him and he hated me. And we were about 4 and 6.

Anyway, our feeble protests were ignored, I was given a bouquet of daisys, he was made to go put on his good jacket and a tie, and the evil sister sent me home to try and find something white to wear.
I didn't have anything :D

WOO-HOO! FREEDO...oh, I can borrow your white carigan can I sister of my unwanted/willing fiancee? Joy

So there he was- all smartened up and sulking, there I was- wearing something borrowed that was long enough to cover all my clothes!
The ceremony was beautiful, he refused to look at me, I wanted to get it over with so I could go climb a tree, our siblings were making up random stuff that sounded vaguely official.
After a while I sat down in protest...straight in a pile of dog shit. All over her nice white cardy.

What a shame :)

She was convinced I'd done it on purpose to get back at her, and though I hadn't I decided to let her believe it in the end- one marriage is enough for any 4 year old.
( Jessie © needs pirate name suggestions, Mon 31 Mar 2008, 16:04, Reply)