when i was between fourth and tenth grade, i had a good friend named zac. well for the first time in years, zac came up to visit me today! it was strange and really cool. i hope we chill again soon.
this one time, there was this chica i met in sixth grade, but she lived in louisiana. i told her i didn’t know what the hell grits were so she said, “really?” and mailed me grits through the mail. i sent her a package back saying, “in my family, it is customary that when a woman sends you grits, you propose in return.” so i guess we’re engaged?
so i was reminiscing with a friend of mine. here’s the paraguay story i told:
my working partner and i are walking back from a late night card game. we’re on the main street, which is a dirt path through the sugar cane. now, previously, we had seen all sorts of strange creatures in the sugarcane (aka jaguars). but we usually kept the lovable dog yonkee at our side, you know, as jaguar bait or whatever. anyways we were strolling through the darkness, and i turn to my right. now i know its tough to see in the dark, and my eyes were likely playing tricks on me, so i figured i should stop and make sure that what i thought i saw wasn’t there. my eyes focus a bit and i realise yes, in fact, there is a spotted head poking out of the sugarcane looking at me. at that point, i said, “oh my god there’s a fuckin jaguar.” i began to sprint, but look down and realise i’m wearing flipflops. i release a horrendous shriek after deciding that it was the end of my life. i kick off my flipflops and try to run anyways. the head jumps out of the bushes and begins sprinting after me. miles, my partner, is long gone and is thinking to himself, “fuck that, if he’s getting eaten, i’m out of here.” i hear it coming up behind me, and i slow down, giving into the forces of nature, and it nuzzles my hand. yonkee!
i was in first grade. it was saturday, a day in between that seemingly pointless grind called school, a day where i could be a kid. i invited me friend misha over, a bight-eyed lad from russia. we had a bunch of those little green army men that are so iconic to us baby-boom-children. misha and i set them up in the road, and when a car would drive over one, the little green body parts would go flying in all directions. we’d run out to the street when the coast was clear and revel in our destruction. for whatever reason, i always remember that day.
Mmmm…I found myself doing this just a few days ago, about when i used to live in America. True, I was only 3 years old at the time, but i can still remember some things. Like snow, and autumn leaves, and christmas. I got a pink dolls pram, and on Christmas eve i fell asleep under the Christmas tree. Lol. Oh and my awesome cordoroy pants. Rainbow stripes, they had.
wow, am i the only one that wants to do this? i have an idea… i’m sending out an invitation to lots of fellow 43things-ers who i’ve felt i’ve had a connection with, big or small. together, we can work out a way we can all get in a chatroom and introduce eachother and reminisce! or just simply join me by adding this as a goal :-p
