Am I weird now? Well yeah. Am I [almost] normal in comparison to my former, younger self? Hell yeah! Example #1: As an only child, I experienced a lot of spoiling and over-protection via my parents and grandmother-- who else would spoil an only child? They pampered me like nobody's business. (Except for the time when I was two [2] and my grandmother and mom were trying out their new vacuum. Read more about this in example #2.) They told me horror stories in an effort to get me to behave. They were first- [and only-] time parents. They didn't know that it would cause me to have recurrent nightmares in which my neighbor (they called him 'Bad Bob') would smash my second-story window with his bare fist, his face and eyes cherry-red with anger. They also didn't know what it would do to my self-confidence... [Sigh.] Because of their constant warnings that I would 'fall, hit my head, and become brain-damaged' if I played too hard (stemming from the incident described in example #2) I was a very cautious kid. Anytime I fell down, even on the soft, safe padding of freshly-grown grass, I would spell aloud the longest word I knew at the time-- butterfly-- just to make sure I wasn't brain-damaged from the three-foot fall. "B-U-T-T-E-R-F-L-Y!" Example #2: For about a year, my grandmother lived with us. Some of my first and fondest memories took place during this year-- my 'terrible' twos. One day, I happily joined my mother and grandmother on an errand-- shopping. Not just grocery shopping, but vacuum cleaner shopping. Example #3: Were you really expecting three examples? Come on, I'm not that weird. |
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