Return of Memoryfest - Day 30/31
OMG, the comment backlog. I’m all caught up on Untouchable; now to tackle your stories for Memoryfest. Guess I’ve got my work cut out for me tomorrow.
30. Elementary School
One day when my grandparents were watching my sister and me, we were watching a non-Disney cartoon version of H. C. Andersen’s “The Little Mermaid” on TV in the family room. It was strange to us: you could see the mermaid’s breasts, and things were much darker and sadder than the movie with Ariel and the singing crab. The doorbell rang and I went up to get it; maybe I knew it would be my friend A. (of “sto-MOSH” fame). She probably wanted to come in or to invite me out, but we were watching that movie, so I just talked with her with the front door open, her on the porch and me on the landing inside. She had a bag of Tropical Skittles--the green package--and even though I knew I shouldn’t, because we were going to eat dinner soon, I had a few. And didn’t tell my grandparents when I went back downstairs to watch the rest of the movie.
30. Elementary School
One day when my grandparents were watching my sister and me, we were watching a non-Disney cartoon version of H. C. Andersen’s “The Little Mermaid” on TV in the family room. It was strange to us: you could see the mermaid’s breasts, and things were much darker and sadder than the movie with Ariel and the singing crab. The doorbell rang and I went up to get it; maybe I knew it would be my friend A. (of “sto-MOSH” fame). She probably wanted to come in or to invite me out, but we were watching that movie, so I just talked with her with the front door open, her on the porch and me on the landing inside. She had a bag of Tropical Skittles--the green package--and even though I knew I shouldn’t, because we were going to eat dinner soon, I had a few. And didn’t tell my grandparents when I went back downstairs to watch the rest of the movie.