Day 22 – What is your most beloved childhood memory? I’d love it if you shared a photo of yourself as a child with this post!
You know, I don’t really have a ton of childhood memories. There’s the vague one where I remember standing beside the biggest hole in the world, and I thought I’d imagined it until I came across a photo of myself and a friend standing beside a largeish hole. And then there’s the one where my sister puked on me in the car, but she says I should be honoured that she chose me instead of our brother, because she knew I’d forgive her where he wouldn’t, which is pretty sophisticated reasoning for a kid who could barely talk.
I remember going to spend the night with a friend, and her brothers tied me to a stake in the back yard in a rousing case of cowboys and indians. I was the indian, and they were going to burn me at the stake. Scared the crap out of me, and I refused to stay overnight because I just knew they were going to get me.
I remember being in a play at school right around the time my sister was born. I was an ant. I think. Maybe a spider. The costume consisted of a black leotard and black tights, and an extra pair of legs or two, depending on whether I was the ant or the spider.
I remember falling out of the top bunk on Christmas Eve, and how cool it was when Santa left me a letter saying that he’d heard the crash all the way at the North Pole.
I remember how proud I was to take the steep hill on which we lived on my bike, no arms and no legs, until I skidded out and got horrible gravel wounds in my elbows and knees, and how much the damned iodine hurt as my mother was cleaning me up.
But the memories, as I say, are few and far between.
And since Calliope asked for a photo, I’ll give you one. I’ve actually posted it on this blog before, but I don’t have any others handy just now.