One time for some reason our family history record on our computer accidentally said I was adopted. And I started throwing a fit. My parents eventually stopped trying to convince me I wasn't adopted, and they played along. They told me my real name was Hilary.
One time I did something bad and I cried basically the entire next day.
One time when I first got to college I couldn't talk to my dad on the phone without crying.
I am a very dramatic person...and when I cry, I cry big. When I was little and I would cry my parents had to make sure I couldn't see myself in a mirror because I would just stand there and watch myself cry and cry harder and harder and harder. Once they kept me away from the mirrors, I just started looking at my reflection in shiny doorknobs instead. I don't really cry in movies or books, especially if there are people around. Admittedly, Meet Joe Black made me cry. But that was just a weird night, I think.
And right now I can't sleep...and I might just cry!