recollections of
a childhood past
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sometimes i wonder what it would be like to be a kid again. this is mostly a result of my inability to remember my childhood, that is to say, i cannot recall a single memory from my birth up until i was four. i've thought in depth on the subject lately, wondering if perhaps i am repressing these thoughts because they're all big bad and ugly but nope sorry, thats too freudian for me. i think i am just a person whom cannot remember things if i don't set my mind to it.
my first childhood memory that i recall is sitting on the front porch of my old house near st. maries, idaho, and staring at the rocks strewn about my barren yard. i rember saying to myself, "hey, this will be my first memory. neato-bandito!" and then from there i resumed racing my match-box cars off the porch into the shrubbery, my attention-span inable poor all my brain power into something for more than a quick minute.
so hey, that's my first memory...neato-bandito!
mainly i think that my childhood was a most pleasant one. i had this little red tricycle that i would cruise around the dirt roads on top of the mountain we lived on. i loved being outside on my tricycle...i would try to chase our cats with it and get pulled around by one of our dogs...it was good times let me tell you.
as a result of having four siblings, all of them older than me, i had toys a plenty. boxes heaped full with red, white, and blue legos....multitudes of little-people with cars and houses to go along with em. all kinds of cool stuff.
my room was always a complete mess, and i'm not sure if this was a reflection on my mom's uncanny ability to be the world's biggest packrat, or maybe its just me. at the moment my side of my dorm room compared to my roommate's is like comparing night to day. i think i just have too much shit, thats probably the case. i think i need to take a class on living simpler.
living like i was a child...yeah thats the solution. everything is so much simpler as a kid.
there's no place like home.
there's no place like home.
there's no place like home.
...so looks like it didn't work. oh well, i'll deal with life for now.
did i mention i miss being a kid?
i think i was way cuter as a wee-lad anyways...
