Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Childhood

This is a post completely dedicated to things I remember from being a kid. Most of my old toys and favorite things, luckily, have been saved for my two younger sisters so I still have most of it. I always smile when I see Bean wearing my lucky pink sequin belt from second grade. My family still has a whole drawer in our TV cabinet dedicated to my old Disney cassettes.
These three movies were my FAVORITES!! I have all the songs, and bits of dialogue memorized from all of them! They are all musicals, so pretty often you can find me humming 'Make a man out of you' or 'Poor Unfortunate Souls' to myself. Yes, those are cassettes
I add this because I was always SUPER crafty. This was a mother's day gift- my 'medium' was paper so I did a paper flower bouquet. I also made a paper birdhouse, jetpack, and enormous 3-D paper doll.
Because my dad was a nerd (I'm not complaining) instead of hearing traditional bedtime stories, we would always read 'Bone' by Jeff Smith. He would make all these voices and sound effects, and at night every evening Amazon and I would follow him around asking for "One more chapter!"
Just for the record: I was a weird kid. I was that eight year old who would go around saying
Me: So, what book did you just finish?
Them: Magic Tree House!
Me: Interesting. Interesting. Well, I just finished Percy Jackson series so....
Yeah, I was that kid.
Another part of my weirdness was my obsessive nature. Around second grade I discovered what a platypus was. I fell in love with the misfit mammal and learned everything I could about it. As a result now, I know way to much about them. When I turned 8, my grandma gave me a stuffed pink platypus doll for my birthday. I cried when I opened it. Since then, my collection has grown. I'm still always on the lookout.
  8-year-old-me: Hey, you. Ask me a question about platypuses.
Them: uh, no thank you.
Me: ASK ME A QUESTION ABOUT PLATYPUSES
Them: ...How big are they?
Me: (no concept of measurement) Um.... Ten feet. Ten feet long.




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