Today is Thanksgiving so I will start out with a Thanksgiving memory.
-In first grade, we had a poetry binder in which my first grade teacher, Mrs. Grometer, would give us poems. We would draw pictures for the background of these poems that had something to do with the poem. Every weekend, we had to take home the binder and practice reading the poems to our parents, relatives, friends, whoever would listen. I remember that Thanksgiving, I went and grabbed my poetry binder. I then proceeded to sit underneath the table reading poems about Thanksgiving in my theatrical voice
-In first grade, I also talked about how I was going to get a baby for Christmas. This really meant a baby doll, but this turned into everyone thinking that my mom was pregnant. This was not the case, and I got a talk from my mother about this after my teacher congratulated her. A couple months later, after this had all been forgotten, my friend Paige asked me about the baby. Rather than tell her that there had never been a baby, I told her that my mom had a miscarriage. My mom really did have a miscarriage with her first pregnancy which is why I guess I chose that as my lie.
-In kindergarten, we had a Thanksgiving feast. We had the choice between becoming a pilgrim or becoming an Indian for this feast. I was one of only 2 Pilgrams in both of the AM Kindergarten classes. I was quite upset, and I remember being quite upset when my mom wanted to take my picture. I laugh when I see that picture because I was so upset. I was 5.
-When I was 5, my grandpa was really sick with cancer. I remember going to see him at his house, and I remember that he had a hospital bed in his house. My cousins were making my grandpa something, and they had really cool scissors. I think they were making a scrapbook of different things they had done in their life. Their dad was a Marine so they had lived in a bunch of really cool places. I remember that we stopped at a McDonald's on the way back. This McDonalds was so cool because it was on the overpass. We could look out below and see the highway, and I thought it was the coolest thing ever. A little while later, my grandpa died. I didn't really know what death meant at the time, but I remember that week for kindergarten, we learning about the letter c. We had to draw a picture of something that started with the letter c. I drew a coffin.
-When I was 7, my uncle died. They say that he committed suicide, but I was convinced that his girlfriend had murdered him and had framed it to look like a suicide. My other 7 and 8 year old friends were going to help me investigate. I remember my dad and mom taking me and my brother into their bedroom and telling us that our uncle was dead. At this point, I had a greater understanding of what death was, and I cried and cried even though I wasn't particularly close with him. I left school early the day of his funeral. I thought I had told my teacher when I had to leave, but I had to wait around the classroom for her to unlock it so I could gather my things. I remember my mom not being too particularly happy with me because I think we were going to be late for the funeral.
-When I was 5, I was very afraid of someone breaking into our house. I remember one night, I laid awake in bed worrying that someone was going to come into our house. The next day, I went to kindergarten only to find out that someone had broken into my kindergarten classroom and had stolen the computers that we had had in there. We couldn't have class on that side of the room so the other kindergarten class joined us for most of the activities that day. Our teachers told us to look for broken class. I saw a sticker on carpet that had its shiny side up. I thought it was glass, and I told my teacher. She realized that it was just a sticker, and then I revealed that I had been worried about someone breaking into my house last night but instead they broke into my classroom. She hugged me.
-I don't remember how old I was, maybe 4 or 5, but I was lying on the back of the couch in the downstairs of my house. I was watching The Lion King with my stuffed animals Simba and Nala. When Sarabi and Nala's mother began cleaning them, I decided that I should clean them too. I licked my stuff animals because I wanted to clean them.
-I must have been around 7, and I had either been watching The Little Mermaid or had been playing with my Ariel doll. The Ariel doll had come with a fork, and I remembered Ariel using it as a comb. I then got out a fork from the kitchen drawer and tried to use a fork to comb my hair. It didn't work.
It's amazing how taxing remembering things are. This is enough for the first memory post I think.
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