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Scary Movies

2009-07-28T13:20:00.000-07:00

I personally hate scary movies... they freak me out and avoid them when possible. For some reason as a kid we always wanted to see scary movies which lead to many bad dreams.

One night we watched Children of the Corn by Stephen King and I can't tell you what that movie was about but it scared me so bad I couldn't sleep. I remember going to my dad seeking comfort and instead he brought me a glass of warm milk. Can't say I liked it, but I feel asleep.

The Hair Cut

2009-07-23T21:39:00.000-07:00

Cutting siblings hair without parents permission must go back generations. It seems any body who is any body has had their hair butchered by a sibling when they were young.

The first house I remember living in was gigantic! I mean it had a balacony inside the house and it was amazing. We had great stairs too. We would slide down with the couch cushions during the long summer days for entertainment, often getting bumped and bruised, one of the many many highlights of the house. Picture this... you walk up and ring the doorbell to two very large doors. Upon entering the house you look to your left and see a stair case that leads up stairts... as you look a head you see a large spacious living room with a balancony over head and to your right you see your way to the kitchen. Downstairs my parents had their master bedroom away from all of us noisy kids who had all the bedrooms upstairs.

Back to the hair cut. I think it prudent to mention my siblings. Oldest is Paul - he is my half brother (my mother's first husband's son). Next is Jon he is a year older then me, then myself, and last is little DJ.

Okay, back to the story... I was sitting in the play room upstiars minding my own business watching Charlie Brown. Being so engrossed in what was taking place inside that large box I barely remember Jon asking me if he could cut my hair. I also bearly remember shacking my head yes. Next thing I know I run out on the balacony and peer down to the open living room below to find my mother and father sitting and talking with two men all dressed up in white shirts and ties. To my excitement I blurt out interrupting the conversatio below with, "Mom, look at my hair! Jon gave me a hair cut." I am sure I look like an excited animal, jumping up and down waitig to see my happy owner's response.

Little did I realize my mother was horrified and completly embarassed. I was promptly brought down stairs and was taken to the barbar who chopped off all my pretty long blond hair in exchange for the very boyish bull cut. Supposible it was necessary to cut it extra short to even out all the missing chunks of hair. When I looked in the mirror all I saw was my brother looking back at me and I cried. To my horror I found out we were going out to eat that night. Never before had I felt like everyone's eyes were following me as I made my way to the table. I'm sure people were wondering if I was a boy or a girl.

Young Memories

2009-07-23T21:35:00.001-07:00

The only other memory I have of being the small toe headed child also took place in my favorite purple dress, for all I know it could even have been the same day, since this moment too also takes place at church. Again I didn't realize I was at church at the time, but I do now.

I was with my mother and we were waiting outside two big brown swinging doors. I remember we were waiting for them to open so we could visit the rows and rows of food places on brown folding tables. I look up as the two doors swing open as a crowd of people all dressed up come out and head towards the food.

Nothing significant right? Well it was and it did become significate when I turned 15.

Writing Prompt: man on the moon

2009-07-23T06:11:00.001-07:00

If you'd been the first human to step foot on the moon, what would you have said, for the world to hear

Me, being the Mary person I am would have said something along the lines of... "holy cow, this is amazing, I can't believe I'm up here and I'm still alive!" On the contrare... if I knew what I was saying would be televised I would probably come up with something cleaver and share with others to get their ideas. I thought what was said, summed it up well... "One step for man and one giant step for mankind." Maybe I would have said something along the lines of man's ability to accomplish great feats can only be done through God.

first memory

2009-07-22T19:14:00.000-07:00

It is strang how one remembers moments from childhood. Sometimes they come like flash backs, time stopping so each smell, touch, and feeling is relived. Other times it is like a fast thought that passes you by like remembering there was something you needed to do, but then you forget again because of all the memories that race through the brain like cars on a busy freeway. This particular memory is like a scence from a movie. I see myself as a child through my adult eyes. I don't remember what I was thinking, just the actions.

This first memory must have bee when I was 3 or 4. I specifically remember someone coming to get me, I would like to believe it was my mother, but I don't really know. I must have been in a classroom of some kind and this person came to get me early. The most detailed part of this memory was the sound of footsteps on cement ecohed down the corridor accompanied by my little feet out of step trying to keep up with the adult hand that grasped mine. I see this memory from a distace watching the back of me walking away next to this woman. I am looking down at the sidewalk as I try to keep up, my toe head short hair bobbing with each step. I am wearing my favorite purple dress with white lace and the skirt of the dress bounces like a duet with my hair as I walk away.

This isn't a significant memory, and I'm not quite sure why it even stands out to me.
It wasn't until I was 15 years old that the background of this memory was unfolded.