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Reminiscance
Oct. 23rd, 2006 02:42 pmA little bit of happy in my shite week:
You know, I never used to consider my self an exceptionally strange when I was little. Sure, I was more of a loner, and even back then I knew I was on the strange side to be hanging out with boys rather than girls in general, but I attributed it to the exceptional girliness of the girls who didn't leave after fourth grade. (There were only, like, 3 particularly non-girly ones, and they left in 1st, 3rd, and 4th grades.) And I figured that more than anything I was just a bit on the mature side, and that accounted for the fact I avoided my classmates to an extent and spent a lot of time just… thinking about things. And imagining.
But lately I keep remembering things that… hint that perhaps I have always been on the slightly strange side. I was just thinking about the song "The Homecoming Queen's Got Gun" to play for Halloween mixes, and I remembered that for Halloween in gradeschool I wanted to dress up like the homecoming queen, with a gun, or the cockroach that ate Cincinnati, with a mouth that opened and showed a city skyline. And I remember thinking I wouldn't be allowed-- or my mom wouldn't let me-- do the homecoming queen because you couldn't even have a fake gun at school, and I was thinking well, then, maybe just sew a gun shape on the skirt like the designs that go on poodle skirts.
AHEM. Anyway. There was also the faint period where I was obsessed with fairies and when we went to Ole Bull, I was creating this whole city for the water fairies that lived in the river. I built up the rocks into buildings and collected different types of seeds and leaves and sticks and things that they would need for food and building and comfort, and built the buildings with three walls and a roof so that the flow of the water kept the supplies pushed up against the back wall, and in the building. But anyway. I wish I had an active imagination as I did back then, because now I just… see hints of pictures. I don't get the characters as much anymore. I also had monsters living everywhere in my room-- only they were all good. There was a big bear-like one that was brown or red or something and lived in the closet. And every few nights I'd talk to them or brief them on my detective work.
The detective work was a whole other story altogether. I watched ghostwriter a lot, and I read the Hardy Boys, and I just loved detectives and spies and personal investigators, and I still do. Anyway, Kendra and Caitlin and I would do around at recess collecting clues in order to find what the latest stint of the monster bad-guys had been, which usually involved taking some girl hostage for the boss monster to marry. I wish I'd finished the database of those monsters I started in third grade. I remember I got a yellow plastic pair of tongs in the First Grade store and used them to pick up clues and trash. I wish I remembered so much of that. Now I just remember that there was a place that had been dug up and re-tarred, and we always read that as a burial ground with flat gravestones that we read for clues, and it was usually a fake for the girl or girl-monster or whoever had been captured. And the bad-guys hideout was in the sewer area by where the playground is now at St. B.'s. It all seems like an amalgam of Ghostwriter, the Hardy Boys, and Power Rangers, of a sort. I also remember that toward fifth grade I wanted to create some currency for our class so we could set up our own market at recess. OH, and as detectives we played under the weeping willow tree and on that pipe stump that's there.
I seem a bit more cracked-out now, don't I?
I was always designing things in my head, looking at the structure and seeing how they wouldn't work, and seeing things differently than they were.
I really miss that. I wish I had written down more back then because it was awesome, and I wish I had a greater foundation to go back to that.
I remember Elizabite and Abiyoyo and the Babysitter Club with the Halloween story where there was a ghost and red-and-purple halloween decorations.
I miss that. All of it.
[EDIT: This post inspired me to write. SO. Join my project community,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mercat_inc or just click there and read the latest post, it's not locked. It's nicely Halloween themed! And now I'm wishing I had my Dr. Demento CDs so I could listen to my lovely strange music... =^n.n^=]
You know, I never used to consider my self an exceptionally strange when I was little. Sure, I was more of a loner, and even back then I knew I was on the strange side to be hanging out with boys rather than girls in general, but I attributed it to the exceptional girliness of the girls who didn't leave after fourth grade. (There were only, like, 3 particularly non-girly ones, and they left in 1st, 3rd, and 4th grades.) And I figured that more than anything I was just a bit on the mature side, and that accounted for the fact I avoided my classmates to an extent and spent a lot of time just… thinking about things. And imagining.
But lately I keep remembering things that… hint that perhaps I have always been on the slightly strange side. I was just thinking about the song "The Homecoming Queen's Got Gun" to play for Halloween mixes, and I remembered that for Halloween in gradeschool I wanted to dress up like the homecoming queen, with a gun, or the cockroach that ate Cincinnati, with a mouth that opened and showed a city skyline. And I remember thinking I wouldn't be allowed-- or my mom wouldn't let me-- do the homecoming queen because you couldn't even have a fake gun at school, and I was thinking well, then, maybe just sew a gun shape on the skirt like the designs that go on poodle skirts.
AHEM. Anyway. There was also the faint period where I was obsessed with fairies and when we went to Ole Bull, I was creating this whole city for the water fairies that lived in the river. I built up the rocks into buildings and collected different types of seeds and leaves and sticks and things that they would need for food and building and comfort, and built the buildings with three walls and a roof so that the flow of the water kept the supplies pushed up against the back wall, and in the building. But anyway. I wish I had an active imagination as I did back then, because now I just… see hints of pictures. I don't get the characters as much anymore. I also had monsters living everywhere in my room-- only they were all good. There was a big bear-like one that was brown or red or something and lived in the closet. And every few nights I'd talk to them or brief them on my detective work.
The detective work was a whole other story altogether. I watched ghostwriter a lot, and I read the Hardy Boys, and I just loved detectives and spies and personal investigators, and I still do. Anyway, Kendra and Caitlin and I would do around at recess collecting clues in order to find what the latest stint of the monster bad-guys had been, which usually involved taking some girl hostage for the boss monster to marry. I wish I'd finished the database of those monsters I started in third grade. I remember I got a yellow plastic pair of tongs in the First Grade store and used them to pick up clues and trash. I wish I remembered so much of that. Now I just remember that there was a place that had been dug up and re-tarred, and we always read that as a burial ground with flat gravestones that we read for clues, and it was usually a fake for the girl or girl-monster or whoever had been captured. And the bad-guys hideout was in the sewer area by where the playground is now at St. B.'s. It all seems like an amalgam of Ghostwriter, the Hardy Boys, and Power Rangers, of a sort. I also remember that toward fifth grade I wanted to create some currency for our class so we could set up our own market at recess. OH, and as detectives we played under the weeping willow tree and on that pipe stump that's there.
I seem a bit more cracked-out now, don't I?
I was always designing things in my head, looking at the structure and seeing how they wouldn't work, and seeing things differently than they were.
I really miss that. I wish I had written down more back then because it was awesome, and I wish I had a greater foundation to go back to that.
I remember Elizabite and Abiyoyo and the Babysitter Club with the Halloween story where there was a ghost and red-and-purple halloween decorations.
I miss that. All of it.
[EDIT: This post inspired me to write. SO. Join my project community,
mercat_inc or just click there and read the latest post, it's not locked. It's nicely Halloween themed! And now I'm wishing I had my Dr. Demento CDs so I could listen to my lovely strange music... =^n.n^=]
