Remember that old tired chestnut? How many years did I have to write the same boring essay about doing nothing on my holiday? You start to inflate experiences that were just routine into something grand.
Actual examples of things I wrote about as a child:
I walked down to Lekkies (a small convenience store near my house) with a friend and bought a box of Chef-Boy-R-Dee pizza and made it.
Translation: I was so bored I made a pizza from a box. The pizza was tasteless, the box would have had more flavour. The thrill was playing dodge ‘em with the cars on
Twin Bridges Road, but don’t tell my folks that or I’d never get to walk there again.
It is worth mentioning that Lekkies was shut down when I was a teen because they would sell alcohol to minors. Any minor. You didn’t even need a fake ID and you could look like you were 12. FACT. Mum--you don’t want to know how I know that.
We drove 4 hours in the car to stay with my grandparents in
. They are called Sweetie and Pawpaw. There was a thunderstorm and my Sweetie had to hide in the bathroom closet. She says shit a lot but slaps you in the mouth hard if you take the Lord’s name in vain by saying Oh God. Texas
Translation: It was a long car trip and I was car sick. It was too hot to go outside and play but my grandmother made me. They have nothing to read except Reader’s Digest and TV Guide. Oh God I was so glad to get home.
I am pretty sure I had enough sense not to mention that she said shit a lot. But she did.
I went to work with my Daddy. I was allowed to run around the whole of the university while he was teaching, but once an hour I had to come back and check in. He did this so I would practice telling the time, but I just asked some nice college kid with a watch what the time was. There were other professor’s kids there as well. After I found a comb sitting on a chair in the library I made up a great game where we were the Scooby Doo gang (I was Daphne) and the comb was a clue and we had to search all over the campus for other clues to solve the mystery.
Translation: I was beaten up again for coming up with an imagination game that no one else wanted to play.
Where is this leading you may wonder? Is this just some demented walk down memory lane? We were very productive over the summer--I did a lot of sewing and making and Spiderman did a lot of hammering and nailing things up. I thought it would be nice to show you some pictures of all the stuff we did.
So stay tuned over the next week for some pictures of What I did on my summer vacation.