Embarrassing, but...

[awlrite4now]

When I was rather young, the stories on the news made me afraid of nuclear fallout. I believed that if I slept with my head covered up, and all my stuffed animals around me, I wouldn't be affected if we had nuclear fallout during the night. I supposed I was 5 or 6 at the time.

I also can remember my mother deciding to tell me the facts of life by bringing down the big red medical book from the top shelf of the bookcase. She handed me the book with the pages she wanted me to read and it was the chapter on menstruation. I got it all confused in my 9 year old mind, and later that day, I told my best friend and next door neighbour, Freddy, that sometimes girls peed blood. Ewwwww.... He must have said something to his mother, because not long after that, my mother tried again to explain it to me. No matter, I didn't need to know for a couple or three more years.

[shmeep]

I'm still loving all the stories!!

I used to think that Jillaw's mom had the power to read minds and that she would always be right there if I even contemplated naughtiness. Actually, I'm not entirely certain that I was wrong.

[dogma]

the boogie man used to live under my bed,, it was a high four poster bed,, and if my teddy bear or pillow fell on the floor,, they were on their own,, and if they survived the nite,, i retrieved them in the morning

i wondered how they got the dead people in the obituaries to smile in the newspaper articles

the song by the eagles: take it easy: i thought it was " looking for a lover that won't blow my brother"
and the song: blinded by the light,, i thought it was :"wrapped up like a douche "

if you are driving up hill,, you absolutely are going north

[kytdunne]

dogma said:

i wondered how they got the dead people in the obituaries to smile in the newspaper articles

They're all fun, but this one is LOL for sure! I love it.

Kyt

[bjobsessed]

I used to think that the people on the radio were all at the radio station. I had it bad for Shaun Cassidy when I was 13 or so. I always wanted to go down to the radio station so I could meet him.

I would never hang my arm over the side of the bed or sleep with the closet door open because there was something hiding and just waiting to scare me or bite my hand off.

I also couldn't sleep with the closet door open because it always moved by itself and that meant my room was haunted.

Hey! I just noticed I have lots of karma again. I know it will disappear eventually, but it is good for a chuckle while it lasts.

[shmeep]

Maybe it's really wrong for me to post this here, but I think it's kind of funny. It doesn't involve what I used to believe, but rather, what my grandma believes now.

Her mind has gone a bit fuzzy, but my grandma is very clear on having attended Bob Hope's memorial service a couple of years ago with my grandpa. This much is true. She used to be his secretary at NBC and she knew him pretty well.

Recently, she started telling my mom about how much Bob Hope's wife always liked my grandpa--which was also true, but... "Delores always did like Lew," she said. "I think a lot of people were really surprised when she made him a pall bearer at the funeral, him being Jewish and all, but she really liked him a lot and Lew was happy to do it."

So...my grandpa, a frail man in his nineties who was months from death himself and who could no longer remain conscious throughout a meal, was one of Bob Hope's pallbearers? But we all know not to bother to try and convince Grandma otherwise. Now I'm trying to figure out what she could have mixed up in her head to come up with that.

[awlrite4now]

I've noticed how my mother's "memories" have begun to meld in her mind...she is almost 86.

The other day, we were talking about something at my house that my ex still lives in, and she said to her roomie (whom she calls Helen, even though Mrs. Harris' first name is Lorene), "Yes, I remember when you brought those trees down from my daddy's place in Missouri and planted them."

I didn't have to correct her, but I did. I told Mrs. Harris that the trees from my grandpa's were planted in the yard of my childhood home, and the trees that were planted at my house were brought by a landscaping company in one of those big "tree digger" trucks, where they dig a huge hole in one scoop first, haul that dirt away. and come back with a 25 foot tree and plop it in the hole.

I was really surprised that she had forgotten the big trucks bringing the trees, because that was about six years ago when she first came to live with us, and she was mesmerized by the process.

She and Mrs. Harris are also convinced that the flu shots they got this year were only water. Go figure. I didn't even try to argue that one.