Posts Tagged ‘Childhood’

Ain’t That The Truth

September 15, 2022

Speaking of “ain’t,” it’s only relatively recently that I fully realized my tendency to use terms like “ain’t” and drawl my words when I’m emotional was more than an affectation. I genuinely told myself it was something I started when I was a teenager “to be funny,” and the habit had just ingrained itself.

Then I heard a recording of myself as I child.

I guess some things you never fully “warsh” away.

A Phase, I’m Sad To Say, I Didn’t Even START To Get Out Of Until High School

December 13, 2019

As a quick follow-up to Wednesday’s post, no, I wasn’t trying to get in trouble.  What I was was firmly in my “don’t think about it, just go for the joke no matter the cost” phase.


Fortunately She Liked Me And Didn’t Hold A Grudge

December 11, 2019

Lately I’ve found myself considering certain times from my childhood, and today I found myself thinking of a particular interaction I had with a teacher of mine.  With the benefit of perspective, I can absolutely say that I should not have said to her, “I’ll have you know the sand has shifted.”

In my defense, however, any experienced middle school teacher (as she was) should know it’s just asking for trouble to say in front of their class, “I’ll have you know I had an hourglass figure in college, and I have an hourglass figure now.”

Another Lesson I Learned From Childhood (That Was NOT What They Were Trying To Teach Me At The Time)

June 7, 2016

If someone tells you in an overly cheery voice that something is “yummy,” be suspicious.  Be very, very suspicious!

Sometimes You Stub Your Toe On The Milestone As You Pass, But You Still Pass It

September 9, 2015

Given how early he started teething, it should have been no surprise that L. lost his first baby tooth last night . . . but it managed to surprise us all anyway.  We all knew one of his front teeth was a little loose (a fact which . . . displeased L.), but none of us thought it was that loose, which is probably why nobody thought anything of having corn on the cob for dinner until after the tooth was gone.  L. promptly went from displeased to distraught over this, and no amount of congratulations and talk from his mother and Lala about how this meant he was growing up and this was a good thing made him feel any better.

For what it’s worth, son, I knew exactly how you felt even before I flashbacked to some of my own childhood lost teeth experiences.

Right now, even though this is exactly what it is, you don’t see this as an opportunity for new growth; you only see the gaping hole left behind by something you’ve lost, and you know that it hurts.  I understand, I really do.  I won’t tell you that everything will be alright in time (even though it will), because right now all you care about is right now, and that’s okay.

Just Because It Reminds You Of Your Childhood Doesn’t Mean You LIKED It

December 29, 2014

Today I came across an honest to goodness moon pie (something of a novelty where I’m currently residing), and an indescribable sense of happiness came over me, first at the sight of it, then at the pleasure of not eating it.

(No disrespect to moon pies, but I’m just not a big fan of marshmallows.  Put bluntly, I’d rather eat the flies off a shoo-fly pie than most marshmallow based desserts.)

Ta Da!

July 11, 2014

When I was a kid I used to love going fishing with my grandparents. These days I don’t generally like the taste of fish enough to catch one, kill it, clean it, gut it, fillet it, and cook it, but I still remember the magic of those times. Of course, like most magic, there was a trick to it.

I caught the fish, and my grandparents did the rest until it was time to eat.

As Promised

March 11, 2014

Yesterday I mentioned there was a story behind this thought, so here it is:

L. had asked me if we could go to the park so he could go down the slide, and after thinking about it for a moment, I said yes and started to get him ready to go.  This took a little extra time since I was specifically looking for the long-sleeved shirt and sweat pants he had worn to the park the other day, and eventually asked for help in locating them.

“It’s not cold enough to need them, is it?” L’s mother asked.

“No,” I replied.  “But it’s not too hot for them either, and what he really wants to do is slide down the slide.  They’re perfect for sliding without getting stuck halfway down.”

L’s mother just looked at me in a way I interpreted as a mix of mild astonishment and moderate amusement.

“What I can say?” I rhetorically asked with a shrug.  “As a veteran child myself, I know these things.”

The Story Behind This Thought Will Be Told Tomorrow

March 10, 2014

A successful adult is, among other things, a veteran child.

– Robert Alan

Enjoying The Game

August 15, 2013

While I stand firm in my refusal to idealize childhood, even I have to admit there’s something to be said for a mindset that has just as much fun dropping the ball as it does successfully catching or throwing it.