Over a year ago, my mom and dad decided to clean clutter out of their own house and, in an attempt to streamline, they went ahead and gave me boxes of things they had saved from my childhood -- if I'm honest, things I didn't really expect I see until they died or something gruesomespice like that.
Whatever, it's fine. I'm not complaining about it, even though it isn't like I really have the room in my house for boxes of cards I was given when I was five, or worksheets and stories I wrote in the second grade.
I hadn't even really dug into those boxes until last night.
I found one little "story" I wrote (and we'll use the word story lightly here) called MY FUCHER. (It took me a minute to realize I'd meant MY FUTURE.) Hilar.
My Fucher
I want to mary a boy who will stay home all day and clean the house. I would not stay home. I would work as a singer or hope to. I want to have a babey girl. I would name her Lynn or Trecey or Nciol. I would take good care of her.
I think it's awesome that I felt this way at the age of six.
Yes, I may have less yearning in the babey department these days, but I love knowing I was career driven even as a child.
Now I'm sort of drawn to these boxes from my past. I want to see what else six-year-old Amber had to say. She was a really cool kid in spite of some serious spelling issues.
Whatever, it's fine. I'm not complaining about it, even though it isn't like I really have the room in my house for boxes of cards I was given when I was five, or worksheets and stories I wrote in the second grade.
I hadn't even really dug into those boxes until last night.
I found one little "story" I wrote (and we'll use the word story lightly here) called MY FUCHER. (It took me a minute to realize I'd meant MY FUTURE.) Hilar.
My Fucher
I want to mary a boy who will stay home all day and clean the house. I would not stay home. I would work as a singer or hope to. I want to have a babey girl. I would name her Lynn or Trecey or Nciol. I would take good care of her.
I think it's awesome that I felt this way at the age of six.
Yes, I may have less yearning in the babey department these days, but I love knowing I was career driven even as a child.
Now I'm sort of drawn to these boxes from my past. I want to see what else six-year-old Amber had to say. She was a really cool kid in spite of some serious spelling issues.
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Like so many other things with my mother, my childhood ended in a dumpster.
Other than that, though, I have much of my childhood in boxes. I was made to take all possessions with me when I moved out. My sister, however, still has boxes and a PIANO there, despite moving out 13 years ago.
But I'm not bitter. Much.
sarah - sounds like a cute little story!
elliott - i had a piano at my parents' house too... until the streamlining began and my mother allowed my father to cut it up and turn it into a stylish table. in fairness, it was HER childhood piano, but i always assumed i would end up getting it!
shandal - i hope your grandma has some of it! it would be fun to look through it with her. :)
trav - i only wish i made enough moolah for hubs to stay home. he would have a honey-do-list the size of my...
j.m. you motherfucher. :)
ashley - thanks! i wish i could afford to hire that all-male thong maid service. lol.
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