artsfartsyjanet
09-16-2003, 02:22 PM
I STILL REMEMBER...
I still remember where I spent the early part of my life-- in an apartment with 5 or 6 residents. I still remember my earliest nightmare-- count dracula coming out of a hole in the wall of my apartment. I still remember the hazel teddy bear I brought with me wherever I went, and the torn security blanket I used to wrap around my waist to pretend that I was a beautiful princess. And I remember myself singing, "Celebration time come on!" as anyone would do when they first discovered the tape recorder! Ah... those were the days.
At least I could recall what it was like to be carefree and happy. I could still remember swimming with my mother and steering the wheel in my father`s lap in the empty parking lot. =) My memories are priceless to me-- stored away safely in my imaginary jewel box.
As if a blink of an eye, life became more complicated, less rosy, more punishing. The world I knew before college was filled with books, work, small social support system, and yelling. What is all this yelling doing? No one is listening... just yelling and a lot of red faces and tears. Suddenly, I`m fed with negativity, and of course, I become negative towards myself. The threats.The lies. The conditions. The unrealistic expectations. The family that was. My life ended at 17. It jumpstarted a few years later. A few rough edges but close to new. It`s a bittersweet life but better than to let it grow sour.
I guess you can call this a short memoir...?
I still remember where I spent the early part of my life-- in an apartment with 5 or 6 residents. I still remember my earliest nightmare-- count dracula coming out of a hole in the wall of my apartment. I still remember the hazel teddy bear I brought with me wherever I went, and the torn security blanket I used to wrap around my waist to pretend that I was a beautiful princess. And I remember myself singing, "Celebration time come on!" as anyone would do when they first discovered the tape recorder! Ah... those were the days.
At least I could recall what it was like to be carefree and happy. I could still remember swimming with my mother and steering the wheel in my father`s lap in the empty parking lot. =) My memories are priceless to me-- stored away safely in my imaginary jewel box.
As if a blink of an eye, life became more complicated, less rosy, more punishing. The world I knew before college was filled with books, work, small social support system, and yelling. What is all this yelling doing? No one is listening... just yelling and a lot of red faces and tears. Suddenly, I`m fed with negativity, and of course, I become negative towards myself. The threats.The lies. The conditions. The unrealistic expectations. The family that was. My life ended at 17. It jumpstarted a few years later. A few rough edges but close to new. It`s a bittersweet life but better than to let it grow sour.
I guess you can call this a short memoir...?