anything but homework

i love eating with my hands. there is a connection to our food that is lost when we sterilize it with utensils and white porcelain plates.

i'm trying to remember a lot of things that i have forgotten.

i remember eating ribs at winner's all the time. i don't think any ribs i have had or will have can stand up to the memories i have of those ribs. they were magical. as a lot of things in your childhood are.


i remembered this past summer about how much i used to climb trees. my bedroom had the door to the backyard and i would be outside all the time with bully (my rottweiler). there was this perfect tree for sitting in. i could lean back and prop my feet up just a bit. sometimes it was a cockpit in some kind of awesome transformers type animal. (maybe now it was voltron that inspired this as well. who knew!?)

i remember when i bit my cousin in kindergarten because i thought i was one of the robotic lions from voltron (i just googled to figure out what it was from. i honestly didn't know. i just knew i was vicious.)

holy crap.

i remember in 5th grade performing in the talent show as chef brooke. it was a comedic routine. i remember making a mess of the set, kelly donnigan and it being loosely inspired by the chef from the muppets. where the hell did i get a chef hat from?

i remember quantum leap. yessss. <3

i remember i used to love little baubles and magical looking rocks, just like a crow. i would keep them in a little cash box that had a key.

such little things had such magical powers.

i had a ton of knock off matchbox cars. they all had names and personalities. there were great car battles waged in my living room.

bronty! the brontosaurus. a maybe three foot tall, stuffed, magenta dinosaur that i would sit on and jump up and down the hallway on.

my playroom in the basement! i had the whole teenage mutant ninja turtles collection! i was so mad when i got the rapheal costume and it had swords instead of sia.

instead of a barbie jeep i had a tank of some sort. it was grey and had six wheels and a joystick in the middle. that thing was awesome...

i remember being able to do some trick, like when you press your arms against a door jam and they raise up on their own, that made it feel like i was flying.

hideouts were the most amazing places ever. the ivy and stuff that grew over the chain link fence around the parking lot of the church on the corner made a perfecting hiding place. i could hide my bike and sit in there. i think maybe i doodled or read books.

i went there once with my backpack and some old man on my street stopped me to ask if i was running away. i felt terribly uncomfortable that he would assume that...

i remember when bully dragged me across the street, running to see another dog.

i remember hitting my cousin's bike's back tire with the front tire of my bike and flipping over my handle bars.

i had a bean bag chair that i LOVED!


there is so much. years and years and years.
i'm going to work on remembering and write it all down.