I’m moving soon and one of the big things with moving is you gotta clean up the rooms inside your house. We have to do a totally clean as we are selling the house (downsizing, all that jazz). Anyways, we have a crawl space. For those who don’t know, think as a crawl space like an attic, except instead on the roof, it’s on the bottom of the house. Basically it’s full of storage. . .lots and lots of storage. . .I mean like a whole floor of it. . .sorry, it’s a lot to clean and has become the bane of my existence du jour (“of the day”). But it has resulted in many laughs and smiles. Why you ask?
Because I got to see a lot of my old toys and stuff animals before they were given away or tossed out (sorry Papa Smurf, but you are too ragged and beat up and it looks like I took a bite out you. . .). Or I would see a box or bag of stuff I used to love! I will upload photo soon but just to give you an idea:
My Transformer Collection, including Rodimus Prime (“You ran this organization into the ground. Now give me back the matrix”), Gold Bug (“He can stay and guard the base”), Blur (“Shut up, Blur!”), and Ghetto Blaster (“Awwwwe Shit. How’s going GB?”)
My Ninja Turtles: They are still hanging on to their weapons.
My old Atari System: No Pole Position though : ( But I had the paddles to play Pong!
My old Skateboards: The replacement for never learning how to ride a bike. . .
A ukulele: That was the best. I just need to restring it and I’ll have one. My mom tried to give it to my sis, but I stopped that craziness right away. I want a ukulele!!
Among others
I remember my childhood fondly, but like a roller coaster ride. My parents were good to me, but I was a third child and times were tough. Thank God I had a brother and a sister who would help them with anything, even money. But it was still hard. And sometimes the pressure of paying the bills, feeding the mouths, and keeping cool was too much. And you have to pay the bills. And you have to feed the mouths. So as much good memories I have, I have bad ones too. And back then, I thought on average, my childhood was a little below good.
But looking back, seeing all the stuff my mom and dad gave me. And thinking of all the stuff they sacrificed. And thinking about all the things they did do for me . . . I realize now that my childhood was great. My mom used to work in airline’s office department, so as a child, I traveled so much, I eventually wanted to stop so I could explore the city I lived in (now that I have, I wanna travel haha). My dad is where I get my love for singing. I remember he would sing “I’m sorry” by John Denver while I would listen behind a closed door. I remember he would sing it with such passion and sorrow that I would cry, just listening to him. And I had one of the best friends I could ever have. Russ would be the leader of our little two man group, and thank God for that. Without him, I wouldn’t have any adventures of finding lost trinkets no one cared about, or stick fighting in the middle of the night, cause we just finished watching Star Wars: the Phantom Menace, again (say what you want about the movie, I thought that three way fight at the end was pretty freakin’ cool). And I remember my sis would always take care of me. At times it felt like she wasn’t my sis but the mommy and the boss. And my bro . . . . well the memories I have of my bro of him beating me in every videogame imaginable. Damn him! Lol. There so many other memories of friends and family that it's too much to write.
Sometimes you don’t realize that life was good until years later, when you have to watch it be left behind or thrown away or given away. But the memories remain and if you remember that, then you can live with not seeing those things. And you can still keep stuff (I will rock the shit out of the ukulele! Playing stuff like Metallica, BSB, and Green Day. Yeah. Believe it!)
BJB
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