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| My Semi-Crazy Life [1] |
I'd always been a tomboy. Happier playing with Tonka trucks in the mud. Content to play in the woods with sticks and rocks and cardboard boxes or whatever else i could find to make that ultimate fort. I could stay outside all day and never become bored. Even in the winter time, with the snow waist high and my feet numb to the bone, i would stay outside making tunnels and snowmen and having snowball fights with the other kids of the neighborhood. I knew that once i went in the house, the day was over. My mom would make me stay inside the rest of the day because having to remove and replace all of that winter garb was such a hassle. In the summertime, it was much more easy to come and go out of the house. Returning only long enough to have a bologna and ketchup sandwich and some kool aid for lunch. Then it was back out the door till the sun went down.
Times were different then though. The neighborhood i lived in was small and relatively new built in a circle with only one main entrance to the main road. Like the shape of the letter Q. My house was one of the first ones built along the outer edge, with a vast back yard that sloped away from the house, leading down to a patch of pinetrees where Dad later had his beehives. The rest of the subdivision a mecca of dirt and mud and construction equipment - heaven to a girl who thrived on adventure and imagination. I was an expert in making mudpies and treasure hunting. Finding any kind of shiny rock triggered an excavation for more priceless stones. I could turn sticks into puppets and be totally content without another living, breathing soul around. Even a dead bird was a prized find because of my facination with wings and flying. I would pretend like the bird was still alive and it would soar and swoop through the weeds and woods till i found something else to grab my imagination. I wasn't worried about the germs I might get. I was a kid engulfed in my own little world. The swingset provided lots of entertainment. Especially once i started jumping from the seat, legs and arms flailing as i became airborn for a few brief seconds. Mom's garden became a jungle as i crawled and crouched through the corn and tomato plants pretending to be that tiger, panther or wolf i saw on some nature show on tv.
My mom basking in the sun never having to worry about where i was or whom i was with. Only having to scold me occassionally for doing something i was told not too. Like the time i was showing my best friend Dale a rat trap and it snapped closed on my fingers and i ran all the way to his house so his mom could remove it. I was no dummy. I knew i was going to get in trouble the second it happened if i didnt hide and let someone else remove the trap. Forgetting the fact that the wonderful invention of the telephone travels faster than an elementary schooler, my mom knew of the incident before i got back home.
My younger sister was often a burden to me because she followed me around where ever i went. So on many occasions, i tried to "lose" my shadow by going places where she couldnt climb out of.... Like a house foundation. When houses were being built in our neighborhood, the construction crews would dig out trenches and fill them with concrete. These trenches were like a maze but always formed the base of the house. The walls would get built out of these trenches and a crawl space was born as the floor was set and the house began to emerge. My sister would follow me down into these trenches but she wasnt big enough to climb out. So one day, in the winter, with snow everywhere, i left her to fend for herself in a house trench. Needless to say, i got in big trouble for that too and to this day my sister still brings it up at family functions.
All in all, it was a nice place to start out being a kid.
As i grew older, Dad started becoming more involved with work and started moving up the corporate ladder, which involved relocating the family. So, we moved from that small neigborhood in Hurricane - West Virginia when i was about 7, soon after my younger brother was born. My world, a bit disrupted but i quickly adapted to my new environment in Dublin - Virginia. And once again, it turned out to be another haven for a tomboy like me.
Our new house was on the corner of an intersection. Not a busy one but it did make Mom want us to play in the back yard more, which was fenced. Or on the carport, which soon became the Daytona 500 in my eyes to me and my younger sister and brother. I'd get on my bigwheel, which by now, i had outgrown a bit, my knees sticking precariously out so as to miss the handle bars. My sister on her tricycle and my brother on his little Incredible Hulk ride-thing. Im not sure what it was. It had 3 wheels and was plastic and green and it rolled and he liked it so it worked. The 3 of us circling and circling till Mom would come out and redflag the race.
[To Be Continued.....]
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Posted by SemiCrazy on 2009-10-09 01:10:22 | Rating: | Views: 44
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