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• What Is Your Best Childhood Memory, And What Was Your Worst?
Written on November 12, 2007
I can’t think of one particular memory, it’s more of a compilation; the atmosphere. You have to understand I spent a great amount of time in the living room. I had the huge stereo, enormous tv (from a kid’s perspective, it was enormous and caused me to lose my 20/20 vision cause I sat so close, mmkay?), a coffee table turned stage, a couch to bounce on, and all the space to run around and twirl. Arriving home from school with my mom home; feeling her presence as I played and watched tv. I never liked it when she worked nine to five. I found a great comfort knowing she was near. I loved Christmas and feeling anxious as I would countdown; even the commercials got me excited. I’d spend hours laying between the speakers singing along. Dancing on the coffee table singing incomplete songs. Watching my favorite cartoons, even the ones I didn’t like caught my attention. Laying and daydreaming. Giggling when Gizmo tried to get milk from my ear lobes. Waking up every Saturday morning to my parents making breakfast. Drinking coffee before school until the day it made me sick and I got scared of it (like hot chocolate and mayo … I’m still scared of these things lol). Somehow the mundane morning news became so interesting as I sat there in a trance, sluggishly getting dressed for school, and my mom yelling, “You’re such a turtle!” Making “girl clubs” at school and dealing with daily drama. Writing a secret admirer letter and being called out for it. Regularly packing my bag with barbies, toys, and accessories for our frequent trips to the beach each summer, and spending hours playing under the tree. Staying up late to watch shows with my mom as my dad snored; Jenny Jones, Arsenio Hall, Mary Tyler Moore, Dick Van Dyke, All In The Family, and more.
My worst memory was a day that transformed into months. Learning as a young child that my parents are human and imperfect. I was taken away from my parents and almost placed into a foster care. For a long period of time, I wasn’t able to see my parents except in the courtroom or if my mom snuck a visit. If it weren’t for Jenny’s mom, Evelyn, I wouldn’t be here and you all wouldn’t know me. I won’t go into detail, but the memory is still extremely vivid like it were yesterday; the embarrassment, the unpredicted, the anxiety, the fear, and the heartbreak.
