Many of my childhood memories are fuzzy. Like, I have no idea how old I was in any of them.
I was home-schooled, leave me alone.
Some of them, however, are strikingly vivid. Like the one where my 6ft1 mother does a cartwheel in the living room and kicks me in the face.
Or the one where my brother and I take out all my dad’s tube socks and stick them to the ceiling with a set of Kendo sticks.
We were homeschooled and didn’t have any toys. Leave us alone!
But one particular memory looms large in my mind.
And as I chilled, my eyes drifted over the aqua hairiness and thats when I saw it.It was in the corner.What was it?It was brown….
…and it had blue shag stuck to it….I think I would have been ok had my mind not immediately labeled it.
Said my face, uncontrollably.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the mystery item.
And even when I finally did extricate my gaze from its grasp, the sight and imagined smell wouldn’t leave my thoughts.I would be doing this for the REST OF MY LIFE!
She followed my finger until her gaze finally rested upon it.
Suddenly, and very-extremely-ridiculously-inexplicably, she reached down and picked the item up.Well, I just went nuts.She didn’t seem to notice my suffering, seeing that she was inspecting the item at a 2 cm distance.
Suddenly the clouds cleared.I realized that I would once again be able to live my life without this horrid thought-terrorist lurking in my mind. Waiting for me to let my guard down. Waiting for me to be in college before it jumped out and made me barf air at a sorority luncheon.