Inspiration...
Well, inspired by a special someone in my life, I figured I'd update my livejournal. Only two or three people will notice, though =P Anyways, I've been doing a lot of thinking... thinking about the past (including someone telling me, a long time ago, that it's "a lot" not "alot"), thinking about the present(xslt is getting a bit confusing), and thinking about the future... I can't really give a good example on that count, though. I'll get into that later. I'd like to go in chronological order, just so I don't get ahead of myself.
I've lived in 5 different states, 6 different houses, and 4 apartments in my life (Two of those are during and post-college, though.). I have a lot of fond memories of South Carolina, and since I lived there first, I guess I should start there.
I have few memories of the house on Skyland, but I do know that we had dragons. I don't remember where they lived in our basement or our garage, though. There were two; Brimstone and Fauntleroy. No, don't ask me where the names come from; I honestly don't remember. I want to say Brimstone came from a dragon board game that we have, but I'm not certain. Later in my life, my parents told us that we got the idea of dragons from the sound the water pipes made sometimes.
When we moved into "the big house", the dragons moved with us, of course, and decided to terrorize the basement. There are a few features of the big house that I remember, the foremost being the plum tree. We had the best, juiciest plums ever. EVER. Next, I remember Mrs. Louise and Queenie. These two were ladies that minded my brother and I, and I seem to remember watching them doing ironing. They would do this in our nursery, which was on the top floor. I don't remember how many stories the big house was, and the only rooms I remember are the nursery, the kitchen, the stairs (if that counts), and MAYbe my room. I just remembered my room, actually. I had a huuuuge bed, with a white comforter that was kind of lacey. Britton eventually grew out of his bed, so we had to switch, but that wasn't until we moved back to South Carolina from Arkansas. I remember one instance of the kitchen, when I had a My Little Pony stamp. I, of course, being the brilliant artist that I am, stamped the wall of the kitchen. I never had another stamp again until I was in high school.
I've having a faint memory now of the living room, specifically at Christmas. That was back when my family hadn't taken over "running" the big family Christmas stuff yet, so we had Christmas at our house, then Christmas at my mother's parents house. Anyways, that Christmas, my mother got me a Mrs. Noah angel. Mrs. Noah was a lady that made plushes, the most beautiful, wonderful plushes ever. Also, I vaguely remember my brother and I having to choose one of two wrapped presents from under the tree... Mom and Dad had found pop-up books about the desert and the ocean, got the pair, then we fought over who got what. I wonder where those are...
Anyways, moving on... beyond the houses, I remember two other places. The first was the Church of the Redeemer, where my family went to church. Mandy O'Cain(e) and Frances Delany, my two best friends for that time period, both went to that church. From that time, I really only remember the nursery and the choir room. The second place I remember was the back room at Mom's library. I'd sit back there and watch Mel Gibson's Hamlet, steal sugar cubes, or read this little comic book that later went missing...
During this time period, we found Gracie, our cat. We found her while Mama was driving somewhere, and we stopped in the middle of the road where she was stranded I think. One of Mama's students (I think) also stopped and gave us a towel to wrap her in while we took her to the vet. I think we still have that towel. Anyways, Mama tells us that I marched into the vet's office in front of her saying that she had run over my kitty. We, of course, put up fliers saying that we had found a cat, but no one ever claimed her. Britton got to name her, and tried to name her after his favorite restaurant of the time, Garcia's, but it came out wrong and stuck. I terrorized that cat for a long time, until one say, when I was terrorizing her, she decided that I was simply too old to be acting so little and swiped my nose. She had never laid a claw on me before that, so I was a bit shocked.
So, probably when I was about 4 years old, I moved to Chicago, to a outlying community known as Schaumberg. Here are my main memories: Britton and I slept in twin beds, and we both had Mickey Mouse covers. At night, we would sometimes go out onto the tiny balcony and watch airplanes flying in and out of O'Hare airport. My first memories of Mama's chicken nuggets involve that apartment... I remember that kindergarten, we had these neat cardboard bricks that we could build little houses out of, and I played house with a very blond boy. I remember seeing Sunday in the Park at the museum and loving it.
Ok, I'm getting to a point where I'm losing steam... memories are flooding back, so I'm going to have to start trimming! Well, within six months, I moved to Arkansas. Our family made a lot of good friends there, people that we still cohort with to this day, despite the great distances. Also, we learned about Arkansas Interfaith Choir Camp, a camp that my parents volunteered at for every year since then, pretty much. It was a few years before I was able to attend, though. I stayed with the Epley's house while te rest of my family got to sing and otherwise have fun ^_^ I really miss it now, though, especially since I got the chance to be a camp counsellor. I got to meet some very talented, wonderful, and sometimes confused and troubled pre-teens and teens. Who are still going to choir camp. And are in the high-school group now. I feel old x.x
And then I moved back to South Carolina, then to Houston, then to Pennsylvania. I'll get into that at a later time, I'm starting to get distracted!
I've lived in 5 different states, 6 different houses, and 4 apartments in my life (Two of those are during and post-college, though.). I have a lot of fond memories of South Carolina, and since I lived there first, I guess I should start there.
I have few memories of the house on Skyland, but I do know that we had dragons. I don't remember where they lived in our basement or our garage, though. There were two; Brimstone and Fauntleroy. No, don't ask me where the names come from; I honestly don't remember. I want to say Brimstone came from a dragon board game that we have, but I'm not certain. Later in my life, my parents told us that we got the idea of dragons from the sound the water pipes made sometimes.
When we moved into "the big house", the dragons moved with us, of course, and decided to terrorize the basement. There are a few features of the big house that I remember, the foremost being the plum tree. We had the best, juiciest plums ever. EVER. Next, I remember Mrs. Louise and Queenie. These two were ladies that minded my brother and I, and I seem to remember watching them doing ironing. They would do this in our nursery, which was on the top floor. I don't remember how many stories the big house was, and the only rooms I remember are the nursery, the kitchen, the stairs (if that counts), and MAYbe my room. I just remembered my room, actually. I had a huuuuge bed, with a white comforter that was kind of lacey. Britton eventually grew out of his bed, so we had to switch, but that wasn't until we moved back to South Carolina from Arkansas. I remember one instance of the kitchen, when I had a My Little Pony stamp. I, of course, being the brilliant artist that I am, stamped the wall of the kitchen. I never had another stamp again until I was in high school.
I've having a faint memory now of the living room, specifically at Christmas. That was back when my family hadn't taken over "running" the big family Christmas stuff yet, so we had Christmas at our house, then Christmas at my mother's parents house. Anyways, that Christmas, my mother got me a Mrs. Noah angel. Mrs. Noah was a lady that made plushes, the most beautiful, wonderful plushes ever. Also, I vaguely remember my brother and I having to choose one of two wrapped presents from under the tree... Mom and Dad had found pop-up books about the desert and the ocean, got the pair, then we fought over who got what. I wonder where those are...
Anyways, moving on... beyond the houses, I remember two other places. The first was the Church of the Redeemer, where my family went to church. Mandy O'Cain(e) and Frances Delany, my two best friends for that time period, both went to that church. From that time, I really only remember the nursery and the choir room. The second place I remember was the back room at Mom's library. I'd sit back there and watch Mel Gibson's Hamlet, steal sugar cubes, or read this little comic book that later went missing...
During this time period, we found Gracie, our cat. We found her while Mama was driving somewhere, and we stopped in the middle of the road where she was stranded I think. One of Mama's students (I think) also stopped and gave us a towel to wrap her in while we took her to the vet. I think we still have that towel. Anyways, Mama tells us that I marched into the vet's office in front of her saying that she had run over my kitty. We, of course, put up fliers saying that we had found a cat, but no one ever claimed her. Britton got to name her, and tried to name her after his favorite restaurant of the time, Garcia's, but it came out wrong and stuck. I terrorized that cat for a long time, until one say, when I was terrorizing her, she decided that I was simply too old to be acting so little and swiped my nose. She had never laid a claw on me before that, so I was a bit shocked.
So, probably when I was about 4 years old, I moved to Chicago, to a outlying community known as Schaumberg. Here are my main memories: Britton and I slept in twin beds, and we both had Mickey Mouse covers. At night, we would sometimes go out onto the tiny balcony and watch airplanes flying in and out of O'Hare airport. My first memories of Mama's chicken nuggets involve that apartment... I remember that kindergarten, we had these neat cardboard bricks that we could build little houses out of, and I played house with a very blond boy. I remember seeing Sunday in the Park at the museum and loving it.
Ok, I'm getting to a point where I'm losing steam... memories are flooding back, so I'm going to have to start trimming! Well, within six months, I moved to Arkansas. Our family made a lot of good friends there, people that we still cohort with to this day, despite the great distances. Also, we learned about Arkansas Interfaith Choir Camp, a camp that my parents volunteered at for every year since then, pretty much. It was a few years before I was able to attend, though. I stayed with the Epley's house while te rest of my family got to sing and otherwise have fun ^_^ I really miss it now, though, especially since I got the chance to be a camp counsellor. I got to meet some very talented, wonderful, and sometimes confused and troubled pre-teens and teens. Who are still going to choir camp. And are in the high-school group now. I feel old x.x
And then I moved back to South Carolina, then to Houston, then to Pennsylvania. I'll get into that at a later time, I'm starting to get distracted!