I was seduced by the 10 speed wonderment that was the evolution of the bike when I was a teenager.
My brother had the typical boys bike that all boys had. I wanted a vehicle, a sport machine, I wanted modern.
I got a 10 speed.
I wanted to ride it 5 miles to the bigger town. I wanted to ride it 30 miles to school. I was going to ride it anywhere I could where my passage was not stopped by cows or wheat or misplaced farmhands. I wanted to be free.
I was going to be fitter … Read more at the source.
I have naturally curly hair. Of course growing up, straight hair was the big deal. People ironed their hair. Yes, like we can point at young women today and talk about their vanity … we ironed our hair people. And we rolled it up with big coke cans. We glopped it up with shit called Dippity Doo. We were all dippity dooing doodles.
The best we could hope for was that everyone would get as high as possible, as quickly as possible, and they would be so distracted by the flying purple anteaters and the burning bras that they forgot … Read more at the source.
We had this guy in our school named Sherman who was kind of heavier and very quiet. Looking back I guess he was kind of a mama’s boy. I mean every boy is some mama’s boy, aren’t they? We all really liked him, there was nothing to dislike. He was just very gentle and nice. Like some people you just look at and want to pet them, like a big cuddly bear, which is probably why God made humans NOT fluffy so that people did not make that mistake. Some lines between man and animals have to be maintained just … Read more at the source.
I never had a baby blankie or a bunny or a doll. I think I missed out. Like they said, “Oh hey, welcome, you have an older brother, that will have to do.”
Or maybe they thought they would just buy one comfort toy and we would share.
More like we would get our gladiator gear on and fight to the death.
I am still here. Just in case you are wondering who would win that one.
I think that is why I was never very caring or gentle with my stuffed toys. I mostly used them as clubs … Read more at the source.
I used to believe that you could train butterflies. Or at least I thought it should be a possibility.
Like many of my childhood illusions, it was my brother who shattered that idea. He liked to tap dance all over anything that allowed me to disappear into a fantasy world where people were kind to one another and unicorns frolicked all over the hills and lollipops rained from the heavens.
Yes, he was a colossal shit head.
I figured the butterflies could be broken in, just like a horse. And then I figured you get like a herd of them … Read more at the source.