childhood memory
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ljgeoffI was the kid who rounded everybody up and started them on something. Usually it was spaceships; ever since the moon landing, I'd been crazy about spaceships. There was a group of about six or eight of us, Navy brats, so a mixed bunch and none of us with more than a six month acquaintance with the other.
One fall Saturday when I was nine or ten, we were out playing on a neighbor's picnic table. My best frined, Alan, was splayed out, face contorted in terror, and I stood above him, arms raised high. The rest of the gang was doing a kind of writhing snake-dance around us.
A grownup came by, a Dad on his way to his car. His presence pulled me so abruptly out of the make-believe that I staggered and almost stepped on Alan's hand. The man nodded and gave me a little grin. "Playing cowboys and indians?"
"No," I said in a rush, "I'm an Incan priestess. I'm going to rip out my captive's still-beating heart and show it to my warriors." I raised my cupped fist into the air, waving it to and fro, and lifted my lips in a snarl.
The fellow's eyebrows shot up and he took a step back. He looked me over, nodded, swept his eyes around the other kids, finishing up at Alan, who beamed a smile and gave a little wave with his fingertips.
"Riiight," the man blinked and picked out one of my warriors with his eyes, "Eddie, Mom says supper in an hour."
I didn't see much of Eddie after that.
Do you have a childhood memory to share?
:)
One fall Saturday when I was nine or ten, we were out playing on a neighbor's picnic table. My best frined, Alan, was splayed out, face contorted in terror, and I stood above him, arms raised high. The rest of the gang was doing a kind of writhing snake-dance around us.
A grownup came by, a Dad on his way to his car. His presence pulled me so abruptly out of the make-believe that I staggered and almost stepped on Alan's hand. The man nodded and gave me a little grin. "Playing cowboys and indians?"
"No," I said in a rush, "I'm an Incan priestess. I'm going to rip out my captive's still-beating heart and show it to my warriors." I raised my cupped fist into the air, waving it to and fro, and lifted my lips in a snarl.
The fellow's eyebrows shot up and he took a step back. He looked me over, nodded, swept his eyes around the other kids, finishing up at Alan, who beamed a smile and gave a little wave with his fingertips.
"Riiight," the man blinked and picked out one of my warriors with his eyes, "Eddie, Mom says supper in an hour."
I didn't see much of Eddie after that.
Do you have a childhood memory to share?
:)
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Date: 2009-02-10 01:23 am (UTC)I remember being in sixth grade,and my leg hair was starting to show. My dad, a traditional mexican fellow, was thoroughly embarrassed about the hair on my legs and if I wore shorts, I had to walk either in front or behind him. My mom was even embarrassed and would make comments about how I should wear pants outside, etc.
Which, of course, made me question, "Why *should* I? Tim and Chris don't have to shave? Why should I?"
To which, she replied " Audrey, no guys are going to like a woman with hairy legs. It's unsightly!"
Being something of a stubborn smartass, (and indignant) I said
"Well, *who* is supposed to be looking at me? I'm in Sixth grade--a little girl--and you don't even like boys calling the house? Why should I try to attract them then? If you're trying to make me look 'like a mature lady' but I'm not, won't I be attracting pedophiles to look at my legs? Are they my legs, if I'm not shaving them for myself?
And anyways, I'm sure there's some guys out there that don't mind, and why would I want a guy who was disgusted with my leg hair?"
hah hah hah hah!
She quite reasonably bit that conversation off and said "Whatever! Don't bother doing it!"
And she never, ever said anything about my shaving my legs again.
Incidentally, I did inspire another girl at my school to not shave her legs either. I didn't ask her; she just asked me why I wouldn't do it, and I told her the same thing that I told my mom, and she was my best buddy for years after.