Once Upon A Time. . .

The Little Things That I Remember That Probably (But Hopefully Don’t) Only Interest Me

July 20, 2010 at 11:00 pm (Uncategorized)

I think I had a very happy childhood. At any rate, any misery I experienced was of my own making, and I fully deserved it. I mean, really, I had it all. From ages two till about nine, I really was a princess, except for the fact that no one obeyed me…which irritated me greatly. I remember so many things even from the age of two. I remember pretending to be a deer that was kidnapped by hunters (not hunted mind you, kidnapped.) I remember my sister (Emily) and me lying in bed at the late hour of nine o’clock and thinking how bad I was for staying up so late. I remember I never wanted to think of anything sad because I knew I would cry(I always did.) I remember wondering how my dad had the heart to spank me…since I thought I was so cute. I remember going through books with Laura and Emily and fighting over which of us was the pretty girl on each page. I remember wishing I could find Narnia and Neverland. I remember wishing I was a boy (that didn’t last long.) I remember wishing I was a horse. I remember the time when playing dress up with my best friend Naomi was about the best thing that could possibly happen. I remember dropping a big, white cooler on her big sister, Abigale’s, head. I remember long road trips from California to Ohio in our bright orange truck. I remember the day I actually thought my grandpa was going to spank me…and I remember how traumatized I was. I remember telling mom and dad that I would live with them forever. I remember when my eight year old sister, Laura, told me that she wanted to ship me to China…and I remember how traumatized I was. I remember never wanting to go to bed because I thought I would get sick if I did. I remember when my dad had a mustache and he would kiss my check and I remember rubbing my checks so hard afterward because it tickled so bad. I remember the day I discovered my eyebrows…I thought they were bugs and I tried so hard to pull them off (which naturally made me scream louder than I already was but somehow it just didn’t click.) I remember the night I woke up and decided to sit on my dresser, (don’t ask me why) of course I knocked the whole thing over and all of the clothes came out. I remember thinking how amazing my sisters looked when they did there ballet…and I wondered why I never looked so graceful. I never remember being shy of anyone…everyone was my friend. I remember sitting in my dad’s police car and thinking how cool it was. I remember one Valentines day, our co-op had a dance…and I stole Laura’s boyfriend for one of the dances…ha,ha,ha, she was so mad (yeah, I was six.)  I remember when my dad would drink coffee and I remember asking if I could have some…so he would take tiny bits on his finger and drop them into my mouth…that’s when  I became addicted. I remember thinking how beautiful my sisters were…but especially Emily because I thought all real princesses would have dark hair. I remember when I lost a tooth in the grass in our backyard…and I remember how traumatized I was. I remember thinking that when I got married my husband would do everything I said (with no questions asked.) I remember when my dad told me that the sun actually was a star, and I remember thinking how crazy he was. I remember playing this really fun game with Emily in our living room back in California. I would creep as close to her as I dared and then, suddenly, she would take off after me and I had to try to get to the sliding glass door before she caught me. I remember my fluffy white kitten, Jewel. She had one green eye and one blue one.  I remember thinking how bored God must have been, and that’s why he created the world. I remember wishing I was a mermaid. I remember when my dad got baptized. I was so confused because I was sure he already was a Christian.

I know there’s a ton more but I think that’s a sufficient list for one post.  Anyway, sorry for my lack of inspiration…hopefully I haven’t told everyone all of these things before. I am tying very hard not to repeat myself…but it’s soooo hard! But it’s a bad habit and I am determined to break it…sorry, I’m rambling now

Sarah