I don’t remember doing this but have been told this story numerous times through the years-I was the flower girl at my Uncle’s wedding when I was five years old. They had a very formal Catholic wedding. I ran down the aisle yelling “Come on Johnny! Hurry up!” Johnny was the yiung ring bearer who apparantly was mature enough not too…so I ran back the other way to get him.
- tracysullivanr "What Do People Actually Hate About You?"