May 23rd, 2008 (11:11 pm)
Space I'm Invading: drifting toward sleep
Rockin' Out To: 'Friends' in the background
I joined thefridayfive. This week’s answers are:
1. What were some of the smells and tastes of your childhood?
They say that smells can trigger memory like nothing else on earth. They said so on Dawson’s Creek once, and I believed it. I remember the smell of chalk and sweat after long workouts with my gymnastics team. The scent of my favorite sport soothed me through all of its injuries that pained. I remember the scent of roses, too; my dad has kept my late grandfather’s collection of those beautiful flowers growing ever since I can remember. Don’t be burdened by their thorns; be intoxicated by their beauty. As for tastes, my grandmother and I ate a lot of banana toast. I’m sure that eating it again would transport me back to a single-digit age in an instant.
2. What did you have as a child that you do not think children today have?
More than anything, I owned a degree of self-loathing that I would not wish upon any other child, but I think more and more experience such things as the decades wear on. I had obsessions, also, to which I paid more time and gave more love than children today. (Gymnastics, famous gymnasts, a love of writing letters, a love for writing itself.) And? I had a baby Cabbage Patch, the likes of which just aren’t made anymore.
3. What elementary grade was your favorite?
Elementary school was a painful time. I know that my least favorite year was third grade, when I lost my brother and moved to a new town, new school. That town was absolutely toxic, as was most everyone in it. I had success in spelling bees and writing, both my newspaper column and a story that was nearly published, in fifth grade. Those are good memories.
4. What summer do you remember the best as a child?
Memory illudes me, of childhood as much as anything else. I remember moments rather than the years they belonged to. The bee sting that made me scream for hours, the long gymnastics sessions I couldn’t get enough of… Oh! I remember my most memorable summer. It was the summer that I was eleven, and the Olympics were in Atlanta. And the Magnificent Seven won the first ever American gymnastics team gold medal. I’ve never been so alive, so drawn to celebrities, the way that I was that summer. I worshipped the girls on that team for many years to come.
5. What one piece of advice would you give to your younger self, and at what age?
I would have told myself not to give up gymnastics just when life got too hard, at fourteen. I’d tell myself that by giving up that sport, I gave up much of who I was supposed to be. Though things were hard and my skills faltered after gaining some weight… I would have pushed myself to continue, and not let go of the one sport that I’ve always, always loved.
God, I’m sitting here deciding life-or-death decisions one moment, choosing which way to turn in my life, and the next I’m picking up the phone to bug my local movie theater. “Yeah, I was wondering if anyone can tell me if the Sex and the City movie is coming up here… Yeah. It’s important to me.”
Of course, they’re too busy to answer. But, oh! Life and death vs. Sex and the City? Hello, I’d rather be entertained. Extravagantly.
Carrie is my soulmate. Miranda makes me laugh. Charlotte is who I aspire to be. Samantha just kicks ass. I love these characters as if they were my own friends. They’re that real to me; this fandom is still that real to me. Yay for deep impact.
Feelin' It | Tired