For the one question...
Mar. 14th, 2008 09:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angelakSomething from your childhood? Any kind of story - funny, tragic, random, whatever.. I'm not picky. =)
There was a tree in the front yard of my parents' then-rental house. It had a little bit of bark scraped off one part of the trunk. Somehow, I made the jump from Mister Rodger's. There was a cat in his land of make-believe... and I pretended I had my own tree friend. I would knock on the door of the bark-bare "door" in the tree, and visit my tree-friend. It wasn't the kind of imaginary friend that always followed me, or even one I spoke to anyone about.
I would just approach the friend and have short visits, and return to my usual time of playing.
It is pretty much a very vivid memory for me. And when we had to move from that house, I was sad because I remember all the times I had spent with that tree. And I was old enough to know there was no other being other than the tree itself, but I still fondly visited the bark and knocked on the door just because it gave me a feeling of being at "home."
Let's see... what else.
We moved to Grand Coulee from that old rental house in Burien. I remember leaving my friends in Burien (Salmon Creek Elementary.) We moved to a house not far from the junior high in Grand Coulee. There was a group of church people who helped my family move in. There was a boy named Joel who came with his parents to help too. I remember, as always - I wanted to be as strong, if not stronger than the average boy my age. We were moving boxes and I specifically chose a big box of encyclopedias to take into the house. I was not quite in third grade. It was seriously heavy, and even today a box full of those dense books are heavy, but I managed to do this because I wanted to make sure Joel understood that I was stronger than the average foul female.
I suspect had I stayed in Grand Coulee, Joel would have become a distant pal in middle school and high school. It was more of a friendship, not a "I've got a crush on this boy," sort of relationship that sustained.
My dad's boss had a kid a couple years older than me. I wasn't a fan of this boy, (Jessie was his name) and he seemed to be such a loser, and so obnoxious that he found it most awesome to follow me around on the play ground a lot. I didn't enjoy this. He was a loser, and I was pretty much not wanting to be associated with this kid. So one day I turned to Joel and asked him to beat up Jessie for me. And funnily enough, Joel punched Jessie until the recess teacher came. At some point they asked me how I was involved; I, of course told them. With the caveat that I hadn't expected Joel to follow through - well, that just goes to show that he DID find some allegiance to me as a friend! Hah, what a nice guy. ;)
-Angela
There was a tree in the front yard of my parents' then-rental house. It had a little bit of bark scraped off one part of the trunk. Somehow, I made the jump from Mister Rodger's. There was a cat in his land of make-believe... and I pretended I had my own tree friend. I would knock on the door of the bark-bare "door" in the tree, and visit my tree-friend. It wasn't the kind of imaginary friend that always followed me, or even one I spoke to anyone about.
I would just approach the friend and have short visits, and return to my usual time of playing.
It is pretty much a very vivid memory for me. And when we had to move from that house, I was sad because I remember all the times I had spent with that tree. And I was old enough to know there was no other being other than the tree itself, but I still fondly visited the bark and knocked on the door just because it gave me a feeling of being at "home."
Let's see... what else.
We moved to Grand Coulee from that old rental house in Burien. I remember leaving my friends in Burien (Salmon Creek Elementary.) We moved to a house not far from the junior high in Grand Coulee. There was a group of church people who helped my family move in. There was a boy named Joel who came with his parents to help too. I remember, as always - I wanted to be as strong, if not stronger than the average boy my age. We were moving boxes and I specifically chose a big box of encyclopedias to take into the house. I was not quite in third grade. It was seriously heavy, and even today a box full of those dense books are heavy, but I managed to do this because I wanted to make sure Joel understood that I was stronger than the average foul female.
I suspect had I stayed in Grand Coulee, Joel would have become a distant pal in middle school and high school. It was more of a friendship, not a "I've got a crush on this boy," sort of relationship that sustained.
My dad's boss had a kid a couple years older than me. I wasn't a fan of this boy, (Jessie was his name) and he seemed to be such a loser, and so obnoxious that he found it most awesome to follow me around on the play ground a lot. I didn't enjoy this. He was a loser, and I was pretty much not wanting to be associated with this kid. So one day I turned to Joel and asked him to beat up Jessie for me. And funnily enough, Joel punched Jessie until the recess teacher came. At some point they asked me how I was involved; I, of course told them. With the caveat that I hadn't expected Joel to follow through - well, that just goes to show that he DID find some allegiance to me as a friend! Hah, what a nice guy. ;)
-Angela
