In 3rd Grade, My best friend was the daughter of illegal immigrants, and her name was Mallory Garcia. She lies across the street from another hispanic family, and my brother got a thing of X-men cards that I charish to this day.
On the first day of 1st grade, I was at a new school - the public elementary school (before that, I went to a catholic kindergarten), I remember sitting on the schoolbus, leaning my head against the glass and looking at the building as we pulled up against the curb. I was a big Elton John fan at the time and in my head I was hearing "Your Song" (you know the one, right?) and I actually said out loud to myself, (very quietly), "Well song, it's just you and me."
Hehe. I think I was probably thinking that myself on some level at the time - you know, like those moments when you act like you're in a movie or something, when really, it's just you. Or maybe I was just a sincerely weird little kid, lol. But if you'd like a character to do that, then by all means. :)
If you were a weird little kid, then at least you weren't alone. I did stuff like that, too. I went through a period of probably a year and a half where I third-person-narrated my entire life in my head. XD
To get to our elementary school we had to climb up a long hill. Normally we were supposed to use the sidewalk, which ran along a busy street. The side of the hill was completely wooded, and steep, but there were dirt paths cut all along the side of the hill for shortcuts up to the field. At the time the schoolyard wasn't fenced off.
In winter these paths would be covered with snow and we'd slide down the paths on our butts on our way home as impromptu toboggans. One day one of these paths was particularly icy and fast, I was sliding, and missed a corner. I reached out and grabbed a small sapling just before I pitched down the side of the hill and to the busy street below.
So what you're saying is, you used to have to walk to school uphill both ways in the snow. *g*
The tobogganless tobogganing sounds scary and fun. Were you frightened that particular day or did the significance of what could have happened hit you later?
So what you're saying is, you used to have to walk to school uphill both ways in the snow. *g*
Yes. Yes I did. And twice on Sundays. :-P
I was momentarily terrified, but I pulled myself up and back onto the trail and continued on my merry way. Of course, now I realize how naive and stupid it was. Now, the hill's all fenced off. Ah, the good old days...
My thoughts exactly! But it's hard to articulate that when you're a kid. I probably blushed, laughed and protested with one of those drawn-out "Noooo"s.
It's interesting how perspectives change as we grow: what seemed "a million miles tall" to you back then would probably seem quite ordinary-or even short-to you now.
My memory for the day is posted over at my journal again (I hope people don't mind: LJ has eaten so many of my comments in the past that I'm leery of writing anything that might take a while to compose in them.) Please note that the link is friends locked, since it's a bit personal. Stuffed animal memory
It's interesting how perspectives change as we grow: what seemed "a million miles tall" to you back then would probably seem quite ordinary-or even short-to you now.
When I was about seven years old I had a teacher who was very thin and, I thought, very tall. Years later when I was in high school and I went back to the elementary school for a visit, I discovered that she was actually completely average-sized in height and I'd just been fooled into thinking she was very tall because she was also very thin and thanks to my family I'm more accustomed to people whose girth is closer to their height than hers was. XD
Absolutely. It's like going back to a place you haven't been since you were a kid, like elementary school, and discovering that what used to be high up or long or tall is, like you say, average or even scaled-down for children.
In my own defense here, though, Nick was a huge man. He used to have to duck a little when walking through doorways. I'd probably be impressed with his height if I saw him now -- just imagine craning your neck to look at him when you're four feet tall.
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In winter these paths would be covered with snow and we'd slide down the paths on our butts on our way home as impromptu toboggans. One day one of these paths was particularly icy and fast, I was sliding, and missed a corner. I reached out and grabbed a small sapling just before I pitched down the side of the hill and to the busy street below.
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The tobogganless tobogganing sounds scary and fun. Were you frightened that particular day or did the significance of what could have happened hit you later?
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Yes. Yes I did. And twice on Sundays. :-P
I was momentarily terrified, but I pulled myself up and back onto the trail and continued on my merry way. Of course, now I realize how naive and stupid it was. Now, the hill's all fenced off. Ah, the good old days...
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My memory for the day is posted over at my journal again (I hope people don't mind: LJ has eaten so many of my comments in the past that I'm leery of writing anything that might take a while to compose in them.) Please note that the link is friends locked, since it's a bit personal. Stuffed animal memory
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When I was about seven years old I had a teacher who was very thin and, I thought, very tall. Years later when I was in high school and I went back to the elementary school for a visit, I discovered that she was actually completely average-sized in height and I'd just been fooled into thinking she was very tall because she was also very thin and thanks to my family I'm more accustomed to people whose girth is closer to their height than hers was. XD
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In my own defense here, though, Nick was a huge man. He used to have to duck a little when walking through doorways. I'd probably be impressed with his height if I saw him now -- just imagine craning your neck to look at him when you're four feet tall.
Amblin' over to see your memory.
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