Ruby has written about her childhood. I thought it was high time I spun a few yarns about mine. Recently I turned 22, and recently I also decided it's so much more awesome being a kid. Here are my reasons why:
Oregon Trail and Other Silly Games:
Effing awesome game. If you're pissed at your family, name all the characters after them, feed them meager rations and watch them get cholera.
I also wasted countless hours playing Holiday Lemmings and Load Runner. Both highly sadistic games I feel.
Tree Huts and Forts:
When you're bored and it's raining, build a fort. When you're bored and it's not raining, play in the tree hut. I still really like tree huts, and when I'm a multi-millionaire I will have an sweet as tree hut or five that I will rent out to like minded people.
Oregon Trail and Other Silly Games:
Effing awesome game. If you're pissed at your family, name all the characters after them, feed them meager rations and watch them get cholera.
I thought this guy kinda looked like a pedophile. |
Who stops hunting when there's a massive fuck-off bison. Bison = more bang for your buck. Rabbits = little shits. |
NEVER 'caulk the wagon and float it'. |
Tree Huts and Forts:
When you're bored and it's raining, build a fort. When you're bored and it's not raining, play in the tree hut. I still really like tree huts, and when I'm a multi-millionaire I will have an sweet as tree hut or five that I will rent out to like minded people.
When it's so nice outside, and my comrades think to themselves: 'I wish I were a squirrel', I can offer them a place in my awesome tree hut and they will be a step closer to that dream. |
Achieving Sweet Fuck All:
This is what progress for progress sake looks like:
Me being awesome. Age: 2-ish (maybe?) Not much has changed. |
Lego:
Lego, like vikings, is one of the awesome things that comes from Scandinavia.
Hey! It's an impossible staircase. How impossible!
Here is a Nazi death camp. Ironic, or humbling?
I have the imagination of an earthworm (see 'Art'). So whenever I played with lego I would just play by the rules and follow the instructions. I loved the pirate stuff. You get all the sweet shet about pirates (weapons, flags, monkeys, parrots, missing limbs, and sharks) without the bad bits (scurvy, alcoholism, and unattractive wenches). I always wanted the badass pirate ship, but Mother and Father never delivered.
The toy I always wanted but never got. My birthday is on May the 23rd. |
Not getting the pirate ship has been one of the major problems I have had to deal with in my life.
Art
One of the best things about being a little person was the consistent encouragement to play with crayons, paint, Oobleck etc. Most kids create with reckless abandon. I struggled to paint the most basic of pictures.
I would stand for 20 minutes watching other kids paint houses and people and cats. I would paint lines of dots.
Drawing by me - Circa 1993. |
Drawing by more normal child - Circa 1993 |
Jayde Fleet: Hopefully I have forced you to read this. Please psycho-analyse me.
The Crayon Incident
This one time when I was three, I had an accident with a crayon. Because I didn't draw with crayons like other children, I decided to stick it up my nose instead. It was wedged so far up there that no one could see it. I few weeks later my parents noticed a rank smell which seemed to follow me everywhere. The crayon was rotting and that was the only reason they realised it was there, and it was subsequently removed. I also used to fall asleep on the toilet. Many times. I was a smart child.
That is all.
Much love
Liz Triceratops
You were so much less angst-ridden as a child than anyone I know. All i remember about lego was that mum whenever mum "tidied" (brutally destroyed) any of the ridiculously elaborate and awesome castles i would build and cover in tiny men with swords and refuse to let my brother touch, I would run away from home and hide in a hole in a ground under a flax bush until it got dark and I thought she would be worried enough. Or I got hungry.
ReplyDeleteAlso I remember one time I saved my pocket money and bought $5 worth of junkfood (pretty much paying for it in shillings. I think with that money now I could purchase a small, renovated home in davenport and a border collie and 2.3 children) which was like, as much chips and sweets as a could fit in my schoolbag, and hid it all in my rubbish bin and a mouse ate it.
You cannot say that mice are solely a first world problem. One time I went to Mosgiel and there was a mouse.
Maybe the crayon is why you are so psychotic about cleanliness.
Just sayin'.
kisses.
If you were a four year old with odd socks and a foamy latte, statistically you would more more fucked than an HIV- Uzbekistanian with a cabbage patch.
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