memory: brandon
My brother used to call the stripes on his shirt muscles. He broke my favorite music box once after we spent the weekend at my mom's boyfriend's house (I think). It still works, but the dome no longer exists. It plays swan lake, and is cheap and Chinese. I was pretty unhappy. Not only cause it was broken but just in general. I'd listen to that damned box for hours and hours, especially at night, while crying. I used ot like to sleep on the hard floor instead on my bed, and I'd lie there with my "box" cause it was more like a snow globe, twisting it up again and again and again.
I remember, the same weekend he broke it, the room I was sleeping was empty, and had a painted teddy bear border on the ceiling, and I spent hours spacing out in there (I had nothing to do?) and I was lying on the floor with a knitted pink and white blanket I still have now, and my mom came in to sit next to, or lay next to me. I begged her to home school me. She said she would if she got married, but otherwise she had to work in the day. Though, when she did get married (to someone else) she didn't.
I remember living in this apartment complex for the summer, with my dad, but he was gone during the day, and all the kids in the neighborhood decided to battle, and we had sharpened sticks. Nothing came of it. (they called me freckle face. You can't take someone seriously when that is the only insult they have for you) I tryed to get my brother to go beat them up for me cause he was my big brother, but he didn't want to. I think he was maybe ten or twelve. This was when I had the fattest crush on his friend Acton. And a semi fat crush on his gay friend, and I could swear one of his other friends tired to hit on my foot. But that is a story for a different time.
I remember, the same weekend he broke it, the room I was sleeping was empty, and had a painted teddy bear border on the ceiling, and I spent hours spacing out in there (I had nothing to do?) and I was lying on the floor with a knitted pink and white blanket I still have now, and my mom came in to sit next to, or lay next to me. I begged her to home school me. She said she would if she got married, but otherwise she had to work in the day. Though, when she did get married (to someone else) she didn't.
I remember living in this apartment complex for the summer, with my dad, but he was gone during the day, and all the kids in the neighborhood decided to battle, and we had sharpened sticks. Nothing came of it. (they called me freckle face. You can't take someone seriously when that is the only insult they have for you) I tryed to get my brother to go beat them up for me cause he was my big brother, but he didn't want to. I think he was maybe ten or twelve. This was when I had the fattest crush on his friend Acton. And a semi fat crush on his gay friend, and I could swear one of his other friends tired to hit on my foot. But that is a story for a different time.