Who really did steal the cookies from that cookie jar?
I woke up today with camp songs stuck in my head.
Well, okay, just two camp songs really - not sure about titles, but I'm pretty sure, "My Momma Don't Wear No Socks," and "Who Stole the Cookies From the Cookie Jar," are descriptive enough to those who know the songs... All I can really remember about them is that they were sung on the bus while coming back from Straight Arrow Day Camp during those years that I attended.
Now, truth be told, I have no idea how the songs go aside from those lines stated above - nor can I really remember anything about the camp that I attended other than the fact that it was associated with the YMCA. Not really sure why that is, other than maybe the experience didn't really leave that much of an impression on me, or maybe I've done too many drugs. However, it highlights for me an interesting point: I don't really remember that much from childhood - at least not as much as everyone else I know. It's really easy to think that I've just smoked, dosed, or drank away those brain cells (and by no means am I discounting that possibility) but I know that memory problems were something I had even before I began my personal in-depth research into the world of recreational pharmacy. I sometimes wonder if I would have the same difficulties with remembering my childhood if I had stayed sober my whole life - and some nagging part of me is pretty damn sure the answer would be, 'yep.'
I'd like to think that my sub-conscious is inadvertently or covertly utilizing these massive gaps in my formative years to facilitate a certain lack of attachment to things. It would explain a lot.
Enough musing, I've gots to go make the bacon bringer food.
Well, okay, just two camp songs really - not sure about titles, but I'm pretty sure, "My Momma Don't Wear No Socks," and "Who Stole the Cookies From the Cookie Jar," are descriptive enough to those who know the songs... All I can really remember about them is that they were sung on the bus while coming back from Straight Arrow Day Camp during those years that I attended.
Now, truth be told, I have no idea how the songs go aside from those lines stated above - nor can I really remember anything about the camp that I attended other than the fact that it was associated with the YMCA. Not really sure why that is, other than maybe the experience didn't really leave that much of an impression on me, or maybe I've done too many drugs. However, it highlights for me an interesting point: I don't really remember that much from childhood - at least not as much as everyone else I know. It's really easy to think that I've just smoked, dosed, or drank away those brain cells (and by no means am I discounting that possibility) but I know that memory problems were something I had even before I began my personal in-depth research into the world of recreational pharmacy. I sometimes wonder if I would have the same difficulties with remembering my childhood if I had stayed sober my whole life - and some nagging part of me is pretty damn sure the answer would be, 'yep.'
I'd like to think that my sub-conscious is inadvertently or covertly utilizing these massive gaps in my formative years to facilitate a certain lack of attachment to things. It would explain a lot.
Enough musing, I've gots to go make the bacon bringer food.