Childish memories

Just a few childish memories

I've always had problems sleeping, and I now when having such a hard time recall when I was little I was told the best way to fall asleep was to count sheep as they jumped a imaginary fence. As I did so, a story formed, I wondered why would sheep jump a fence? So tales of an evil farmer formed. A army of robots. A pack of wolves. Until finally I turned on the tv and found the golf channel and fell asleep to the voice of people who were clearly more bored then a little boy counting sheep.

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When I was young, a four year old, I used to live in a suburb, a brat of a child who amused himself on other people's confusion. So proud of this was I that I soon amassed a wave of follow children to follow after me. Every few days I would announce some great crises to my fellow brats and argue away any disagreement in my plans with non-sense, stories all the more more chaotic with every disagreement until finally all were aboard. One of these days I claimed a neighbor's cat had been abducted by aliens who disguised themselves as squirrels.

“Nu hu!” said one of the brats, “aliens are green!”

“Exactly!” I said, proud of my very grown up word. “they hide it under all that hair.”

“But…” Said a rather nervous brat. “what if they ab-ab-abduct us?”

“That’s why we-” I stopped the word on the tip of my tongue, “-ambush them!”

So soon the brats I commanded charged on, to hunt for a cat that had already been found hours ago.

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Right before I moved out of the the suburb to my current home, a five year old bordello pedaling my tricycle a few times across the law I heard a bark. As I didn’t know of any dogs on near there I decided to pedal towards it, just as my parents glanced away.

“bark” 

“bark” 

“bark”

 Curiosity getting the better of me I kept following the sound. Not really thinking about why or where I was heading, only that it sounded interesting. When the noise finally stopped and I had failed to find my target I looked back. To a seemingly endless line of houses that looked exactly same as my own. I spent what seemed like hours pedaling my way down that street looking for my parents and a faint memory of a sun bleached blue lawn chair that was the only unique feature of our front lawn. A feature just about every other house also had, so I kept going for what seemed like hours. The seemingly endless wall of copy and paste houses suddenly ended however broken up by a massive field with a single winding road leading off into the distance. As sirens rang out and the cops found me, and my parents panicked and checking me for some sign of what happened, I found out I had pedaled myself a whole four houses away from my own. Which actually had a sun bleached PINK lawn chair.

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The first time I ever played a video-game at age seven was a magical time. Where before I rarely even watched a movie now I could practically control them. Amazing archaic technology I could only hope to control, but never understand. As Mario jumped from one block to the next, 8 bit pixels shining out of a normally boring box I started to imagine a plot for it all. That Mario was a Italian cowboy battling the wildlife driven mad by a network of chemicals pumped in by evil corporations. The toadstools were servants Mario had converted via stomping on their head too many times, and the princess was actually an alien captured by Groucho Marx, a genius who had turned himself into a turtle while trying to create a potion that gives superpowers. I sometimes consider it a shame Nintendo didn’t share my vision.

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When I was two we had this massive tank of fish, set out and displayed with many different types of cheap yet exotic looking fish. It had a little toy house, fake plants, and a bubbling stream. I remember most how odd it looked with a picture of a swamp taped to the back side of the tank, a completely different image from the clean waters the tank itself had. One day, while playing with a stretch Armstrong and some cheap toy cars I decided that the fish wanted to play as well. Such a kind boy I was, wondering why the tank was empty a few days later.