I’ve lived in two different countries, eight different states, and have moved twenty times and I’ve attended thirteen different schools. It was really hard at times, but I’ve made some really great memories, good and bad. So I’ve started to write them down, my micro stories about childhood adventures and growing pains. Eventually I want to illustrate them, but for now here are a few of my favorites:
Once, in Germany, my dad chased my sister around with a frozen squid. She was scared. It wasn’t until he “accidentally” dropped it on her that she went into hysterics. *
*When I told my sister this story we had this exchange:
“It was in Wyoming.”
“No, it was in Germany, because I remember the glass background of the balcony and you were in a pink robe, or am I crazy?”
“It was in Wyoming and I was screaming in the living room huddled in a ball. There was another time he chased me with cooked squid tentacles hanging out of his mouth. Similar ending. That might’ve been in Germany.”
Once in Alabama, the second time, it was during the Gulf War and my mom was deployed to Saudi Arabia. While she was gone my sister and I got chicken pox, I only had it on my belly while she had it all over. She got extra attention and an oatmeal bath. I wish I got an oatmeal bath.
When I lived in Wyoming I was obsessed with hatching eggs. I think it started when we hatched chicken eggs in class. I tried to hatch my own egg from one I stole from the fridge. My mom caught me and we had to have another version of “the talk” and I learned what fertilized meant.