One Halloween, my sister and I received handfuls of Tootsie Rolls from one particular house, as it was towards the end of the evening and the woman was trying to get rid of her candy stock. We had never heard of Tootsie Rolls before, and we thought they were the most disgusting candy ever. They were so hard that we could barely bite into them, ( Read more... )

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In one of my childhood letters, I found a "book" that I had made when I was a young child (I loved making books as a kid). I'm guessing that I was somewhere between the ages of 6 and 8 when I made this one. The spelling is awful, but hey, I was just learning how to read and write, in French. I was in French Immersion in elementary school and ( Read more... )

When I was a teenager, before iPods, back when we still used yellow Sony Walkmans, music was my life, which is typical for most teens. My favourite bands were Green Day, Pulp, Oasis, Noise Therapy, Smashing Pumpkins, Silverchair, and Marilyn Manson, to name a few. I went to too many concerts to count, and listened to the radio all the time-- ( Read more... )

I'm doing some studying right now (yes, despite making this post, I am actually studying), and I have accumulated a small pile of eraser shavings because I have been erasing the rough answers I have written in pencil and re-writing the better answers in pen. Anyway, the pile of eraser shavings reminded me of something stupid that several kids ( Read more... )

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Remember the game Hot Lava that you used to play as a child? Walking only on furniture, scraps of paper, anything, to avoid walking on the floor because it was hot lava? Well, I swear cats play this game too, based on observing Simon. (Can other cat owners verify this?) Simon does walk on the floor, of course, but if at all possible, he will ( Read more... )

When I was 12, my dad hired the cheapest guy he could find to do some renovations on our place. He hired a guy called Art, and my siblings, our neighbourhood "friends", and I would make fun of him since he was weird/creepy/gross and a little overweight. Plus, with a name like "Art", it was only natural ( Read more... )

I was sorting out some things, and came across a short story that I wrote for my grade 10 English class. English (as well as woodworking and PE) was always my worst subject in school, and almost everything that I wrote was absolute crap. And it didn't help that we had to write about boring books and topics, ones which I usually didn't know ( Read more... )