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Random Memories
I remember in kindergarden, Mr. Maverick cut an earth worm in half in front of us in order to show us that both halves would live and they would be two separate worms. He did it with scissors while he had us gathered around to watch. I didn't look. I closed my eyes.
A week later, one half of the worm was still alive. The other had shriveled up and died. |
I remember sand spur and red ant hills and the smell of my grandmothers cat head biscuits. I remember all us kids racing home on our bikes, when we'd hear the "skeeter" truck coming, and we'd ride our bikes toward the sound of the ice cream mans truck coming. I remember those southern thunderstorms rolling across the sky, and sitting on the porch thinking how pretty the sky was all lit up. I remember catching bream, not big as a piece of fatback off of Pa's pier, eventually using a whole basket of crickets in a day and I remember standing on the banks of the river and catching a many crappie with my grandma. I remember laying in bed at night with the windows open and listening to the hounds baying off in the distance.
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I remember standing by the screen door looking out at the rain soaked yard and the dark clouds rolling overhead. It was a weird quiet as if something else was going to happen. My parents were there looking out the door at the damage of downed trees, limbs and powerlines. Years later I knew I lived through a hurricane. It might have been Camile. It was the first hurricane that I can remember.
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I remember the smell of wood burning in the fireplace and the pop and crackle as things settled. On occasion, blue flames would leap up as the critters who were unfortunate to be inside, ignited. One time, the lizard that was inside a log lept out of the fireplace, onto the floor and out the door. I felt proud of the little guy. I hope he made it.
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In fourth grade, my parents signed me and my brother up for ski lessons. Each Saturday morning for two months, we loaded into the mini-van with our gear and two closest neighborhood friends to meet at the local junior high. From there, we'd take school buses up to Snoqualmie Pass for the day. I wasn't a very good skier and my friend quickly decided she wanted to hang out with the older, public school girls. After our morning lessons, she'd go ski with them and I'd go off on my own exploring the lodge, walking around the ski area, and heading back to the bus early to eat my lunch and bide my time. One afternoon on the way home, we were invited to sit in the back of the bus with the older girls. My friend was so excited. I remember them asking me questions about things I had no idea about. They would laugh at me and ask more questions. I remember being confused and feeling as if they were speaking to me in another language. At one point, they asked if I knew what a virgin was. When I said I didn't, they mischievously told me to ask my mom when I got home. "You're embarrassing me," my friend said in the van when we got off the bus. I was hurt and angry she didn't stick up for me and retorted, "YOU'RE embarrassing ME!" Later, I did ask my mom what a virgin was. Together, we looked it up in the dictionary. I still didn't understand and shrugged it off. I didn't really care and I'm sure she was relieved I wasn't asking any further questions.
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I remember sitting down by the harbor at night with my best friend - just sitting there and talking, watching the heat lightning over the water.
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I remember going to the drive-in to see "The Poseiden Adventure"
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I remember that big mud puddle and how much fun we had tossing eachother around in it...til those creepy guys with the red solo cups started to cheer us on!
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I remember a party at my dad's and step-mom's. I was the only kid at the party, and although I haven't been able to smell irises as an adult, as a kid I was able to. That night, the air was full of the smell of irises in the night. I was the only kid, and the adults were beautiful and wild and cavalier. Colored lights were strung across the yard, and a hippie guy with a guitar sang music while we sat and lay in the grass. There was a drunk man trying to hoola-hoop, and a huge bag of chips with salsa. The smells of pot and cigarettes and incense mingled with that iris-smell. It was magical and it went late into the night. I was probably 6 or 7. It was low-key and warm, and I was free. The air was just warm enough and moist. A pretty woman was sitting next to me in the grass with long dark hair and big brown eyes. I remember asking her, as the night wore on and the laughter and singing got louder: "what if we are bothering the neighbors?" And she laughed and said, "They are free to come and enjoy the party instead of being bothered."
At home at my mom's, our neighbors had parties. Loud parties. I remember yelling from my window into their crowded driveway, "I NEED TO GO TO SLEEP! I HAVE TO WAKE UP IN THE MORNING!" To which they laughed. I grew up in two worlds. |
i remember the day my dad left....
i remember how mean my mom got after that... i remember the last time she hit me...i told her if she ever did that again...i'd kill her...i meant it and she knew it...i was 18yo...it scared the shit outta the both of us..... i remember realizing that i'm gay and the fear and disgust i felt... i remember my first love... <3 i remember when my life started getting better.... and now....i remember to be thankful and to pray....everyday... :) |
i remember....
breakfast in bed....
when i was little, sitting next to my dad, mom bringing us eggs, bacon, and toast...... he would squish up the eggs (over easy) and scoop up the yolks with the toast and feed me little bites with bacon on top..... i still eat my eggs like that |
Fishing with my grandpa up on the NID ditch in Nevada City CA the smell of his pipe tobacco how his strong hands were so comforting on mine teaching me how to cast
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i remember our first kiss...:love1:
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I just helped a young woman load my dining room table into her car. this piece of furniture was a hand me down from my parents and the table I grew up with in their home. out of everything I have sold/given away for this move, the table was the hardest to let go of. I will always remember 18+ years of family meals, and a solid, sturdy surface for homework and crafts. birthdays and holidays. game nights, learning how to put on makeup, weekend card making parties with my mom, discussing family matters and concerns. most recently it was a great place to pile clean and folded clothes. I don't get attached to many material items, but I am going to miss that table.
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I remember my first bike
my first bike wreck my first dog my first day at school my first day I drove to school my first real crush my first girlfriend my first hunting trip that I got to take a real gun my first camping trip, a bear visited us OMG! my first stitches my first car wreck my first job LBH's first steps AJB's first attempt at making a cake JBB's first arrest No everything can't be a joyous memory, but it is a memory just the same |
I remember being sent to Charm School at The Cinderella Shop when I was 11....my moms idea :| I'm still kinda charming when I wanna be :)
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I remember getting a green 3 speed bike for Christmas one year and my Daddy telling me over and over..."Don't leave your bike beside the road. Someone might steal it" Naturally, whenever they'd call me in for something, I'd leave the bike right where I was, cuz in my mind I was going right back out there to it. Well you guessed it, I woke up one morning and my bike was gone...stolen....or not....My Daddy raised hell for days about me leaving it beside the street, inviting someone to steel it.
Thing is to this day I still don't know if someone stole my bike or if Daddy had someone come get it. I was taught a lot of lessons this way so ya never know. Just wonder why anyone would want my green 3 speed bike when there must have been 20....5 speed and 10 speed bikes in the neighborhood. Not to mention go carts, dirt bikes and so on. Anyway you can trust and believe I never left another bike beside the street. Actually I don't remember when I got my next bike or even what it was. |
I remember thinking that I had the most beautiful mother in the world, I just got back from visiting her and I have to say, she is still the most beautiful mother in the world!
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