Huh, I guess my jetsetting adventures (and dire illness) weren’t all that interesting after all. Or maybe everyone’s just caught up in the RWA shitstorm (which I’m not really commenting about because plenty of others have it covered, plus I still don’t understand it completely. However, I will posit this question: What about Ann Jacobs’ — a fellow TARA member and an acquaintance of mine — cover does not meet the standards? I don’t see either bare breasts or men’s hands covering bare breasts. Just me.)
Anyhoo, I saw this on Larissa’s blog and though I detest chain letter formats, I thought the actual question was kinda cool, so here it is:
Five Things I Miss From Childhood
1) Making forts out of bedding. When we moved into our new apartment we bought this huge king-sized duvet and I swear, the first thing I thought when I saw it was, “That would make a good roof.” Right now I’m having very vivid fantasies about the removable stiff cushions on my couch. Sailor Boy would probably kill me but I wanna fort.
2. Summers. Summers qua summers. Where they seem to go on forever and you almost can’t remember who you were in May but you weren’t this dark, didn’t have green hair, never thought of getting that scar, couldn’t remember how long you could hold your breath…right now, the summer has just started but all I can think about is August 31st and the thing that’s due on that day. Doesn’t seem so far away.
3. Really believing you could grow up and do anything. I still think I can do a damn lot, but I’m probably not ever going to be a doctor and an astronaut. (No, but you can play one in a book.)
4. Having people over to play. As a writer, I still get to do the whole “make believe” thing, so I’m lucky in that respect, but entertaining tends to be more grown up. They come over to watch a movie, have some drinks, have dinner, chat, maybe, if we’re really creative, play a board game or football. There no “come over and let’s play dress up” days (without the suspicion of weirdo sexual undertones). Kinda sad, really, because I’ve still got the costumes! When I was a kid, I roped my friends and brothers into go along with me. For hours. HOURS. My favorite thing to do as a kid was a) make up stories and b) explore the wilderness. Mostly, I can’t get away with inviting people over for (a) anymore, though (b) works out.
5. Having my mommy tuck me in. Lord, that’s nice. That’s really, really nice.
How about you?
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