Things I remember about winters past.
We had a really bad ice storm one winter and we didn't have school. My brother and I duck taped butter knives to our snowboots thinking we would be able to ice skate. It didn't work.
The Christmas I got my first cat they hid him in the "back" bathroom in the house, where the laundry room was, and I had to go really bad at the Christmas party and one of my aunts was in the main bathroom. Theywouldn't let me go back there, said there was a leak in the faucet.
I collect nutcrackers, I have since I was about 6. One year my mom and step-dad got me a huge styrofoam one as tall as me (4' or so) I was dancing around the living room with him and my brother knocked his head off. I cried all day. I eventually superglued it back on.
There was a bad snow in the early nineties and school was cancelled (again). There was a oark right up the street from my Grandma's house, where we were staying, and my brother and cousin and I went up there and played in the snow and built forts and sledded all day long. We came home when I hit my head on a tree I didn't know was there while digging a snow tunnel.
My mom used to put a Christmas tree in every room in the house.
My birthday is in January. I always hated it because I wanted to have a pool party. One year, my Grandma rented a hotel room and reserved the indoor pool at a awanky local hotel for me. It was my favorite birthday party.
I had a friend over to spend the night once, and my mom took her home in my step-dad's thunderbird. We sld off her steep driveway down through the trees and into an embanksment. I remember my mom screaming. I spent the rest of the day wrapped in a blanket reading "Sweet Valley High" books.
I built my first snowman with Beloved when I was 19. I have pictures of the both of us with it.
I took my cousin Lovey with me to go ice skating just after I came out to my Grandma. She had just startd 8th grade. She asked me if I was gay on the way home. She replied she thought it was cool, but I had better not tell my mom just yet, she might freak out. She was right.
Alright. That's enough for now.
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4 comments:
Alecya - I think you deserve congratulations for making winter sound almost nice!
I'm not much good at winter - I've always wanted to hibernate through it.
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Ahhh, I love memories like that. It's good to write it all out sometimes. Dig deeper. I'm sure you have more stories in there.
XMAS trees in every room?? Real ones?
No, not real ones. I am allergic to pine, an allergy I inherited from her. I have special gloves that I use to "fluff" the tree, she got me a pair when I was a kid, it keeps your hands from scratching.
I'll dregde up some more memories pretty quick.
Snow forts! They are so much fun.
My most memorable winter memory was of an ice storm. We got a lot of snow, but rarely ice like this...I walked out our front door and stepped off the step and my feet just slipped out from under me and I went down the front steps on my ass! I didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
They cancelled school that day!
I'm glad your grandma was cool with you! And I do hope that your mom came around without too much stress.
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