Very Random Musings
This time of year makes me feel so nostalgic. I'm having all sorts of childhood memories flash through my mind tonight.
I'm remembering how my sister and I would lay underneath the Christmas tree and stare up through the branches, marveling at the beauty of the twinkling lights. I'm remembering how we'd visit my grandparents, and they always had tinsel on their tree. We never used tinsel on our tree at home, and it seemed so exotic and beautiful! I remember sitting on the hearth of my grandparents' fireplace with my cousin J.J. and playing with his Star Wars figurines.
I remember my Pop Pop scooping me up into his lap and singing "You Are My Sunshine". He'd nicknamed me Skinny after I lost 15 pounds one year. I gained it all back over that summer, but he still called me Skinny so that I wouldn't feel so bad about it. I wish I was seven again, so he could make me feel better about the weight I've gained now...
I remember how cruel some of my classmates were to me. I still hate them for it.
I remember my grammar school art teacher, Mr. K., and how he'd dance around a little when Rod Stewart's "Do You Think I'm Sexy" came on the radio. I remember how much I loved that paper that's coated in black wax, where you scratch the surface with a stylus to reveal the multicolored paper underneath.
I remember putting together a haunted house in the auditorium one year, with the Gifted and Talented Art program. I made my brother record Pink Floyd's "Echoes" onto a cassette for me, because I thought it would make a cool spooky soundtrack. We built a life-sized guillotine and had dry ice fog. Our haunted house kicked ASS.
I remember my sister and I writing and illustrating our own horror comic book, entitled "Dead And Buried". We were all sorts of awesome.
I remember laying in bed on Christmas Eve and trying to go to sleep, but being so excited that I couldn't sleep at all. I remember hearing footsteps and whispers and the creaking of the basement stairs, and thinking maybe that was Santa! I really wanted to peek, but I never did. I was afraid he'd catch me and take back all my loot. But, I would sit cross-legged in front of the door and listen.
I remember the Christmas morning I walked into a dark living room, and saw the black silhouette of a bicycle... a magenta bike with a banana seat, a basket with a flower on it, and plastic streamers hanging from the handlebars. Oh gods I was the happiest girl in the world that morning!
I miss the feeling of excitement I'd have on Christmas morning when I was a kid. I miss spending the entire day in my pajamas and playing with my new toys, and eating Jello with Cool Whip. I remember my parents sitting together on the sofa watching us tear through the presents, and I'd look up at them and shout, "LOOK! LOOK!" and they would be smiling ear to ear.
Okay, enough random thought rambling. It is late. I need to sleep.
I'm looking forward to putting up my tree. :o)
I'm remembering how my sister and I would lay underneath the Christmas tree and stare up through the branches, marveling at the beauty of the twinkling lights. I'm remembering how we'd visit my grandparents, and they always had tinsel on their tree. We never used tinsel on our tree at home, and it seemed so exotic and beautiful! I remember sitting on the hearth of my grandparents' fireplace with my cousin J.J. and playing with his Star Wars figurines.
I remember my Pop Pop scooping me up into his lap and singing "You Are My Sunshine". He'd nicknamed me Skinny after I lost 15 pounds one year. I gained it all back over that summer, but he still called me Skinny so that I wouldn't feel so bad about it. I wish I was seven again, so he could make me feel better about the weight I've gained now...
I remember how cruel some of my classmates were to me. I still hate them for it.
I remember my grammar school art teacher, Mr. K., and how he'd dance around a little when Rod Stewart's "Do You Think I'm Sexy" came on the radio. I remember how much I loved that paper that's coated in black wax, where you scratch the surface with a stylus to reveal the multicolored paper underneath.
I remember putting together a haunted house in the auditorium one year, with the Gifted and Talented Art program. I made my brother record Pink Floyd's "Echoes" onto a cassette for me, because I thought it would make a cool spooky soundtrack. We built a life-sized guillotine and had dry ice fog. Our haunted house kicked ASS.
I remember my sister and I writing and illustrating our own horror comic book, entitled "Dead And Buried". We were all sorts of awesome.
I remember laying in bed on Christmas Eve and trying to go to sleep, but being so excited that I couldn't sleep at all. I remember hearing footsteps and whispers and the creaking of the basement stairs, and thinking maybe that was Santa! I really wanted to peek, but I never did. I was afraid he'd catch me and take back all my loot. But, I would sit cross-legged in front of the door and listen.
I remember the Christmas morning I walked into a dark living room, and saw the black silhouette of a bicycle... a magenta bike with a banana seat, a basket with a flower on it, and plastic streamers hanging from the handlebars. Oh gods I was the happiest girl in the world that morning!
I miss the feeling of excitement I'd have on Christmas morning when I was a kid. I miss spending the entire day in my pajamas and playing with my new toys, and eating Jello with Cool Whip. I remember my parents sitting together on the sofa watching us tear through the presents, and I'd look up at them and shout, "LOOK! LOOK!" and they would be smiling ear to ear.
Okay, enough random thought rambling. It is late. I need to sleep.
I'm looking forward to putting up my tree. :o)