Momma Snider wrote:I think I'll go way back to my childhood for this one and tell you some things about how I grew up.
1. I shared a room with two younger brothers and two younger sisters until I went into high school. We had two sets of bunkbeds and a crib, later a little youth bed. When I look at that room now, I can't imagine it. The room is about eight feet wide and maybe 15 feet long. We each had one drawer to put our clothes in and one cubby for our toys. Oh, and you had to walk through the bedroom to get to the one bathroom in the house. The summer I started high school, my dad bought part of an old house and relocated it next to our house. It had two bedrooms, nothing else, no insulation, of course no heating or cooling. In the wintertime I slept with seven blankets, each folded in half. My older brother had the other room, and he did drugs, but our parents didn't know it until he got busted, because their bedroom was in the house, and we were basically next door. I had a lot of trouble sleeping with him next door.
2. We had a dog named Henry when I was little. He was a fox terrier. After I started school, he would walk with my brother and me the mile to school, and then he'd turn around and go home. I'd like to say he met us there after school, but he didn't. One day he disappeared, and I remember standing on the hill near our house and calling him: "Here, Henry Henry Henry," which was the way we always called him. I still cry when I re-enact the calling, because he never ever came back. We always had a dog, and I loved them all, but I'll never get over his disappearance.
3. At night, during mosquito season, my mom would walk through the house before she went to bed and spray Black Flag around the ceilings with a pump spray can. Sleeping on the top bunk, I received my full share of it, but it never bothered me. The sprays today are too sweet and fragrant, but if I ever smelled that old stuff again, it would make me very nostalgic, because it meant my mom was taking care of me. Sometimes I'd kick off my covers when I heard her coming, just so she'd cover me up, because it made me feel loved, too.
4. In the summertime, once school was out, we slept outside. My dad would get old mattresses and bedsprings and bring them home, and we used them as a trampoline during the day and to sleep on at night. One time I had heard my dad telling someone that if the mountains to the southwest of us fell down, the ocean would be right there. I heard thunder that night, and I thought it was the mountains crumbling, and I was afraid the ocean was going to come through and drown us. (That tells me I was not more than five or six at the time.)
5. I got my first Barbie when I was about 8. I never had more than one or two, but my favorite aunt, who had only sons, used to make me Barbie clothes every time she sewed something for herself, which was often. I had a Barbie fur coat, lots of lacy underwear, and lots of other stuff. When I discovered the Beatles, on February 9, 1964, just before I turned 11, I quickly incorporated them into my Barbie play. Barbie always married either Paul or Ringo. John was already married, of course, and George just never appealed to me -- I mean Barbie -- that much.
Wow. There is a lie in there? Whichever one it is, it's quite the story!
I'll go with... um... #2 because it's just too sad. Poor Henry.