I'm trying to determine what memories of mine are "significant" and which are just really vivid memories for me. Do you guys care?
Great! I didn't think so.
The One with the Bouncy Ball
OK, some of you are gonna follow me on this one and some of you aren't.
There was this toy when I was around 8 or so that was a huge bouncy ball that had a handle on it and you would sit and bounce around on it. You could bounce forwards and backwards or just up and down while you watched TV. This is similar to what some people call an exercise ball, that's for working out...though not specifically designed to bounce around on.
SIDE STORY: I had a friend in university who used to come to my room to talk to me and the whole time she would talk to me she would bounce up and down on my roommates exercise ball. You try holding a conversation sometime with someone while they bounce non-stop. It's difficult to concentrate. I think sometimes the only reason she visited me was for that bouncy ball...
Back to the original story from my childhood. I used to bounce on this thing everywhere. We liked going outside because we had more room, our basement didn't give us the freedom our little bouncing hearts desired. One day my parents were inside chatting with my aunt and uncle who were back from Angola and I was outside hangin' out and doin' ma 8 year old thang when I decided to get on this much loved toy. I also decided it would be fun to bounce off the curb.
You're probably thinking, "Well, that doesn't sound like the most dangerous thing an 8-year-old could do..." It wasn't dangerous, it's just that I've always been a klutz. So, when I jumped off that curb and onto the street I went and bounced face first into the ground. I remember my uncle came out and he looked at me and told me that I was OK. I remember thinking to myself, "He's a surgeon, so he has to be right...I'm OK." I got up and pretended that it didn't hurt at all. Ah, the child's mind is a easily persuaded thing.
Christmas
Friends, I have incredibly fond, happy, warm memories of Christmas. So many of my happiest memories surround Christmas. I remember watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas every year with my mom (and sometimes my brother and my dad) and watching The Santa Clause Movie (no, I didn't spell Clause wrong) every year with my brother. I remember dimly lit Christmas Eve church services and warm hot chocolate. I remember being surrounded by family members and so much love...and good food! I remember listening to the Christmas story and thinking it was so magical. Which really, it is quite incredible. I remember listening to my parents and older family members talk as I fell asleep. I remember the soft blanket of snow the would cover the ground. I remember the sound and smell of coffee being made. I remember my brother singing Christmas Carols happily in the next room while we fell asleep...when we were in university. That's the same year my brother decided he would put out cookies for Santa. Ah...Christmas.
The Time I Didn't Make it in Time
Back in a time when I was young and foolish and naive, when I thought that nap times were a severe form of punishment and I hated mushrooms, when math made sense and I didn't cry at the sight of it. This was a wonderful time of childhood innocence and I was in JK. Life was pretty good, well, except for nap time. See, I didn't understand that years down the road I would want nap time back. So, I tried to avoid it at all costs.
I was a tricky little thing and asked to go to the bathroom a few minutes into nap time consistently. Sometimes because I had to but most times because I just didn't want to take a nap. So tricky...
Yet, my teacher was smarter and figured it out after just a few times. One time she had had enough and she said, "No Alysha, you may NOT go to the bathroom. You must go have a nap." The problem was, I really did have to pee this time I said, but she was firm, "No, go lie down on your mat." So, I went to lie down. I don't really remember what happened after that, I've probably repressed the terrible memory. What I do remember is having to go to the office and talk to the secretary to get a change of clothes. I also remember that I was wearing my favourite leggings...because I was going to a birthday party.
This was a traumatic experience for me at the age of 5. It scarred me. It's what led me to study psychology, all the repression, anger, feelings of mistrust...it hurt me.
Ha.
So there you go. 3 memories. Hope you enjoyed reading about my tragic past. Tomorrow, if I had one superpower what would it be and what would I do with it first...ooo... tantalizing.
Great! I didn't think so.
The One with the Bouncy Ball
OK, some of you are gonna follow me on this one and some of you aren't.
There was this toy when I was around 8 or so that was a huge bouncy ball that had a handle on it and you would sit and bounce around on it. You could bounce forwards and backwards or just up and down while you watched TV. This is similar to what some people call an exercise ball, that's for working out...though not specifically designed to bounce around on.
SIDE STORY: I had a friend in university who used to come to my room to talk to me and the whole time she would talk to me she would bounce up and down on my roommates exercise ball. You try holding a conversation sometime with someone while they bounce non-stop. It's difficult to concentrate. I think sometimes the only reason she visited me was for that bouncy ball...
Back to the original story from my childhood. I used to bounce on this thing everywhere. We liked going outside because we had more room, our basement didn't give us the freedom our little bouncing hearts desired. One day my parents were inside chatting with my aunt and uncle who were back from Angola and I was outside hangin' out and doin' ma 8 year old thang when I decided to get on this much loved toy. I also decided it would be fun to bounce off the curb.
You're probably thinking, "Well, that doesn't sound like the most dangerous thing an 8-year-old could do..." It wasn't dangerous, it's just that I've always been a klutz. So, when I jumped off that curb and onto the street I went and bounced face first into the ground. I remember my uncle came out and he looked at me and told me that I was OK. I remember thinking to myself, "He's a surgeon, so he has to be right...I'm OK." I got up and pretended that it didn't hurt at all. Ah, the child's mind is a easily persuaded thing.
Christmas
Friends, I have incredibly fond, happy, warm memories of Christmas. So many of my happiest memories surround Christmas. I remember watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas every year with my mom (and sometimes my brother and my dad) and watching The Santa Clause Movie (no, I didn't spell Clause wrong) every year with my brother. I remember dimly lit Christmas Eve church services and warm hot chocolate. I remember being surrounded by family members and so much love...and good food! I remember listening to the Christmas story and thinking it was so magical. Which really, it is quite incredible. I remember listening to my parents and older family members talk as I fell asleep. I remember the soft blanket of snow the would cover the ground. I remember the sound and smell of coffee being made. I remember my brother singing Christmas Carols happily in the next room while we fell asleep...when we were in university. That's the same year my brother decided he would put out cookies for Santa. Ah...Christmas.
The Time I Didn't Make it in Time
Back in a time when I was young and foolish and naive, when I thought that nap times were a severe form of punishment and I hated mushrooms, when math made sense and I didn't cry at the sight of it. This was a wonderful time of childhood innocence and I was in JK. Life was pretty good, well, except for nap time. See, I didn't understand that years down the road I would want nap time back. So, I tried to avoid it at all costs.
I was a tricky little thing and asked to go to the bathroom a few minutes into nap time consistently. Sometimes because I had to but most times because I just didn't want to take a nap. So tricky...
Yet, my teacher was smarter and figured it out after just a few times. One time she had had enough and she said, "No Alysha, you may NOT go to the bathroom. You must go have a nap." The problem was, I really did have to pee this time I said, but she was firm, "No, go lie down on your mat." So, I went to lie down. I don't really remember what happened after that, I've probably repressed the terrible memory. What I do remember is having to go to the office and talk to the secretary to get a change of clothes. I also remember that I was wearing my favourite leggings...because I was going to a birthday party.
This was a traumatic experience for me at the age of 5. It scarred me. It's what led me to study psychology, all the repression, anger, feelings of mistrust...it hurt me.
Ha.
So there you go. 3 memories. Hope you enjoyed reading about my tragic past. Tomorrow, if I had one superpower what would it be and what would I do with it first...ooo... tantalizing.
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