Childhood, pt. 1
I've been introspective lately, so I'm just gonna run with it.
... Township, just outside of Chicago, delivered by a man named Dr. Pepper. I have no memories of Illinois, though, since we moved to Washington when I was two.
Ah, the Pacific Northwest! Home. My earliest memories are there - I don't remember moving in, but I remember a classic 80's hide-a-bed couch being delivered; I don't remember much of our first Christmas there, but I remember receiving my beloved companion, my stuffed dog Frusty (Fwusty, thanks to the speech impediment I had :P); I remember my first nightmare, being attacked by a giant Ramen Noodle monster.
We lived in the suburbs, and my world was pretty much confined to the cul-de-sac we were in. A retired couple lived to our left, and left of them was where my best friend lived. To our right was a family I didn't know, but they had two beautiful Huskies in their backyard that I was never allowed to get near. There was a family a little ways down the street next to us, though, that we sometimes visited. My relationship with their kids was entirely based on the giant trampoline they had!
I remember all of the kids in the neighborhood getting the training wheels taken off their bikes on the same evening, and us riding around the circle faster than we ever had before, exultant in the mastery of riding! I remember climbing fences every chance I got, and I remember the time my jeans got caught on the top of a chain link fence. The guy who lived across the circle from us heard me and came out and cut me down, though it ruined my favorite pants. It was quite tragic, really! :P
I remember planting a tree in our garden. Someday, I'll go back to Vancouver, and I'll go back to that house and I'll see that tree, more than 20 years later. Moreso than anything else, I think that'll drive home just how long it's been.
I remember my brother's first day of school, but I don't remember mine.
... Township, just outside of Chicago, delivered by a man named Dr. Pepper. I have no memories of Illinois, though, since we moved to Washington when I was two.
Ah, the Pacific Northwest! Home. My earliest memories are there - I don't remember moving in, but I remember a classic 80's hide-a-bed couch being delivered; I don't remember much of our first Christmas there, but I remember receiving my beloved companion, my stuffed dog Frusty (Fwusty, thanks to the speech impediment I had :P); I remember my first nightmare, being attacked by a giant Ramen Noodle monster.
We lived in the suburbs, and my world was pretty much confined to the cul-de-sac we were in. A retired couple lived to our left, and left of them was where my best friend lived. To our right was a family I didn't know, but they had two beautiful Huskies in their backyard that I was never allowed to get near. There was a family a little ways down the street next to us, though, that we sometimes visited. My relationship with their kids was entirely based on the giant trampoline they had!
I remember all of the kids in the neighborhood getting the training wheels taken off their bikes on the same evening, and us riding around the circle faster than we ever had before, exultant in the mastery of riding! I remember climbing fences every chance I got, and I remember the time my jeans got caught on the top of a chain link fence. The guy who lived across the circle from us heard me and came out and cut me down, though it ruined my favorite pants. It was quite tragic, really! :P
I remember planting a tree in our garden. Someday, I'll go back to Vancouver, and I'll go back to that house and I'll see that tree, more than 20 years later. Moreso than anything else, I think that'll drive home just how long it's been.
I remember my brother's first day of school, but I don't remember mine.