20 Words that Describe "Me":


sincere             empathetic
loving              emotional
insecure            spontaneous
crazy               friendly
honest              stubborn
selfish             motivated
gentle              curious
helpful             thoughtful
considerate         apprehensive
thankful            anxious




Memories of years ago (starting with some of the best memories from approximately 
1975-1979)


* Sadly, I don't have alot of memories of my Dad during those years, but one thing that always comes to mind is when he used to take me to the Shrine Circus. I remember when the elephants used to be outside of the Arena on 19th Street as we were walking by. Sitting very quietly just taking it all in, the show was amazing. We didn't have much money back then, so it was always a treat to get something from the concession or from the guys carrying the souvenirs through the audience. Usually ended up being a snow cone and a coloring book or maybe a very small toy on a stick. Dad would tell me the balloons on a stick cost too much money, but I always hoped one day I'd get one.
* Another one of my favorite memories as a child was the t-pee my brother had set up in our backyard. It wasn't very big, but it had some sort of painted pictures on the outside of it. When he wasn't using the tent, I would go in the backyard with a blanket and my stuffed animals and would arrange the blanket on the grass inside the tent with my stuffed animals all lined up. There I would sit for hours playing with them. 
* I'm sure I'm not the only one who's tried to run away from home. Oh how I laugh about it now. I remember very well, about 5 years old, walking down the street on Avenue E, with a yardstick and a cloth sack filled with some snacks tied to it on the end, thinking how much I was ready to conquer the world on my own. By about halfway down the block, after much contemplating, I was starting to have second thoughts about leaving, I remember looking back to see if my Mom was following behind, but she never was. But, I was determined to make it to the end of that block, even though I knew when I got there I'd just turn around and sulk all the way back home. Every now and again, I'd turn around just to see if she was standing at the end of the driveway. I always thought she never cared...but she just knew I'd always return. 
* I never spent any time in the house during the summer when I was younger. Mom never gave it a second thought to letting me be outside alone, while she was in the house baking, cooking, sewing, cleaning, and whatever else she was busy doing. I used to have one of those old style doll carriages, and I'd wrap up my doll and place her inside the carriage and talk to her as I walked her up and down the street. I remember always wondering if people driving by would think I actually had a real baby. 
* We had some neighbors that lived across the street from us. Their one daughter was a few years older than me, just can't remember by exactly how many years. For some reason, all of the memories I have when her and I were together, resulted in me getting in serious trouble with my Mom. But looking back now, here's another funny story that I remember very well. Her and I rode our bikes one late afternoon to the Woodlawn Cemetery just off 33rd Street. I was a little skeptical about going, but of course, I went along. My Aunt, Uncle & Cousins were coming over and my Mom had specific instructions to be home by a certain time. Once on the cemetery grounds, it started to pour rain. I was already a little freaked out just being there in the first place, and was getting even more upset because the rain mixed with all the dirt that we seemed to come across, completely stuck to my tires making it very hard to get out of there. By the time we managed to get ourselves unstuck and back on the road, and on our way home, my bike, my clothes, all the way up my back, was covered in splatters of mud. Needless to say, I was in supreme crap that night!
*We used to live at the end of Avenue E North. There's still the set of train tracks that run East to West across at the end of that block. If I walked out my house and 2 doors down to the train tracks, go over the tracks, and down into the field, there was a kind of slew. (this area is now occupied by Auto Clearing, next to the Co-op Home Centre). I knew my Mom was dead set against me going down there because she was scared of me getting hurt. We managed to sneak down there every now and again without getting caught. One day, I was with another friend of mine, and we managed to sneak down there.I remember the water being very dirty and it almost looked like there was oil in the water it was so black. There were some boards laying across the slew from one side to the other. I guess I must have lost my footing this one time, and fell right into the dirty, oily water. Great!!! Now I knew I was in for it. So back home, to sneak into the house to quickly undress and put some clean clothes on. I did get in trouble for changing, but she never did ask why. A few days later when she found my dirty checkered white and yellow polyester pants and big white collared polyester shirt hidden away in the corner of my closet....boy oh boy, was I in supreme crap!
* If you've ever heard of brill cream, you'll know that it is a product men use for styling their hair. Don't do like I did, and take a dare from a friend to brush your teeth with it.  Boy, I sure was a naive little girl, now that I think about it!! (just so you know, it's one of those tastes you will never forget). lol
* A few other favorite memories as a young child were, making sailboats out of walnuts, toothpicks and paper sails, and floating them down the road in the rain water by the curb; watching The Wizard of Oz on television for the very first time; singing at my families house parties while they all played guitars and various other instruments; collecting rain water or hail in a bucket on the front lawn for no real reason other than to see how full the bucket would get; going to that field by the slew to catch gophers; and lastly, riding my Inch Worm up and down the driveway. (I was the only one I knew that actually had an Inch Worm and I felt so lucky). 
Well, I never realized until I scrolled up how much talking I can actually do. I can't see that every post will be as long as this one. But, you never know. Sorry, I'm just new at this, and apparently I've got alot to talk about!! So, posts will be random, and about whatever I feel like talking about that day...I guess. Also, I'll try not to use names, to protect peoples privacy. 
 I hope you got a few chuckles out of it, and just to clarify, I'm not really quite the badass now that apparently I was as a very young child. ;)


XOXO