Today I thought I would do something a little different and share a few happy memories with you from when I was a kid. There will probably be more because I think it’s really important to remember these kinds of things. I don’t know how long my weblog will be around, but at least they’re here being archived somewhere.
Story 1: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
I can distinctly remember when my mom went back to work when I was around 6 years old. In fact, she’s still working for the same company which is absolutely incredible! Every so often, though she wasn’t get paid very much, she would bring me a TMNT figure. For a while, I had every single one of them and I’d probably say about 90% of the time, it was because she would buy one for me every week or two. I loved those things and I may still have them stored somewhere but I’m pretty sure I gave them to my nephew.
I remember how much I loved playing with those things and how I could never pick just one or two to be a favorite since I loved every single one of them. What’s strange though is that I wouldn’t have them battling each other, but it was like one really screwed up soap opera. So essentially, I would be playing “dolls” with my action figures. I remember the hours and hours of fun I’d have with these little guys and just like an old man, I’d have to say that they were a lot better when I was a kid!
I also loved the cartoons and would watch them all the time. I tried to do this recently, but… yeah, let’s say nothing holds my interest for very long.
Story 2: ‘Debut’ and ‘Post’, The Gift of Music, and a Bjorkish Obsession
When I was a kid, I learned real fast not to ask for lots of stuff at the store because I knew I probably wouldn’t get it (they were always surprises like the TMNT stuff). One day, my mom brought me around and I started looking at CDs. I came across some CDs by Bjork: Debut and Post. I think by that time, I had Homogenic (which I still love today). My mom told me that I could have them so I grabbed both of them and played them like crazy. For some reason, I remember getting these things because it was one of the times that my mom pretended to be interested in what I was listening to. She’s a classics kind of woman so I think deep inside she just didn’t really care but I think it was just special and you know something? I still have both of those CDs today somewhere in Texas. 🙂 I’ve attached good memories to those things.
I totally loved Bjork. I mean, it probably was borderline creepy. I would pretend to be from Iceland so people thought I was her neighbor. I wanted her tattoo. I think I secretly wanted to be her. I can’t say that her latest music is something I would listen to as much, but what she’s done in the 90s and early 00s is the stuff I like.
My mom and dad got me a Casio keyboard when I was younger then got a “grown up” one later. I also remember one of my aunts that I liked getting me a guitar for Christmas. Unfortunately, I don’t ever remember using it. In fact, I don’t think I ever brought it outside that house. It just kinda disappeared I think! The Casio keyboard in question was this one (thank Jesus for YouTube):
Story 3: Hunting and Fishing, Like a Good Southern Kid
I’m not really sure why exactly I did these things because I am not a big meat eater and I don’t like seafood. Needless to say, I never really got much and that was okay for me. I remember my dad bringing me fishing with him and I would be interested for about 10-15 minutes, then start playing with the stuff in his fishing box. I would have so much fun playing with the lures and stuff and you know something? I never impaled myself on anything in there. I would ask him why some of them looked the way they did and stuff. He took me lots and lots of times and yes, he complained that I would spend more time playing with the stuff inside his tackle box than I would fishing. But he still brought me along. It was some of the few times that we got to bond a bit.
Sometimes, he’d bring me crabbing. If some of you don’t really get it, it’s basically where you tie a piece of raw chicken to a string, throw it out into the water and wait for something to tug on it. Then, you’d slowly pull it in and whatever was eating it would follow and you’d scoop it up with the net. It was really fun for me and I’d still do it today if I could. My problem is that I would get the crab up to the shore, then either let the crab keep eating, or I would make it run back. My dad would say “We’re not here to feed the crabs!” I think out of the things that I miss from my childhood, this is one of the big ones.
When I was an early teenager, I used to practically live with my aunt and uncle during the summer. Sometimes, my uncle, my other uncle, and my cousin would go out hunting. I never really hunted. I just went along for the adventure. It was some of the most fun I have had with all of them together. I just liked being out past dark I think (though my eyesight wasn’t that great). I remember one time in particular that we were driving down a road in my hometown that is supposedly full of cultists and it’s haunted. There was a dead rabbit in the road and my uncle got it. He said it was still warm but he couldn’t tell what had happened to it. It was really creepy and I think the whole time we were traveling down that road, I was really, really scared. That was some of the fun of that!
The End (for now)
I can’t say that those are the ONLY times I was happy when I was a kid. I mean, I had Legos. I had a freakin’ bar in my bedroom with a retro computer, Nintendo(s), TV and stuff on it! It was pretty good so this isn’t the end of my stories for now. I just thought I’d share some of the smaller ones with you for the moment. I was a pretty lonely (by choice) kid growing up and I still don’t like to go to parties or anywhere that has a ton of people.