So the other day, my mother and I cleaned out my room. It was motivated by the discovery that a spider had seen fit to lay an egg on the ceiling, resulting in dozens of babies crawling around. We killed most of them with Raid and a vacuum, and placed the mother outside
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Far too small to fit on my brothers hand, let alone mine. Yet that mitt, to me, represents endless hours in the backyard with my father, tossing back and forth, back and forth. I can still remember oiling it, wrapping a ball in the pocket and putting it in the back shelf of my closet, when I was 5, still remember the first time I took it back out again, formed, and smelling like americana.
That glove, though useless to me now, is just about the only thing the reminds me that my childhood was pretty much like everyone elses, with parents that care about me, and even more importantly, that care about each other. I hope, one day, that I am able to pass that glove on to my son or daughter, and that the memories they have of it, unlike mine, are not bittersweet.
I seem to be the only one who ever answers these. Cheers.
-Shea
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I don't know when or why I named her Baby Ha-ha, but that's what her name was and that's what everyone called her. Growing up with three older brothers I always wanted a baby sister. I guess Ha-ha was the closest I ever got.
So there, I answered your post.
-Arb.
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I have a teddy bear. It's kind of cliche, I know, but it was the first thing that I felt that I really owned. I have four siblings (which is tough, because you always felt like you're fighting for the attention) and they always separated into two groups, my older brothers as one and my little sisters as another. And, being the middle kid, I never really had someone to play with, at least not in my family. I spent my childhood pretending that damn thing was my best friend, which is probably why I was so socially inept my five years of Elementary school.
I still can't sleep unless I'm holding it. I know that's pretty pathetic, but it's just the perfect size and shape for falling asleep with.
I have the feeling people would respond more if you didn't. You know. Command them to.
...Whats yours?
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And we love them.
♥
And DUDE.
Your BLANKET. I remember that.
But what about Banana?
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Other than that I have a stuffed moose named Lucy. It has purple antlers and is missing an eye. When I potty-trained I forced my mother to let me toilet train it as well. It is still somewhere in my room.
Also. I HATE spiders and bugs and the thought of them being anywhere near me while I sleep.
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They remind me of you, and of my brother. We spent soooo much time constructing the damned things, just to have to take them down later.
My turtle-shaped-boot-cleaner-thingy. Because I'd know when Jake was in town solely by the absence of it. It makes me sad that it stays put here, lately...
My Kayla bear. She's torn to shreds now, but I still have her. Her ballet slippers are gone (Pokey basically devoured everything) but I still remember the pink satin and how soft she was. She smelled faintly of baby powder from being in my crib with me.
I miss being little and care-free.
I miss spending time with you.
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