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Aug wrote --
real and happening at that moment somewhere in town.
Ok.. Pre-age 4 might be reasonable to think stuff is "live" on
tv. I had the impression that you were much older when you
still thought that.
I may be slow at times, but not that slow. :)
I don't remember much pre-age 4 except when I was being washed
in the sink and my head would hit the faucet.
I have some vague pre age four memories. One being in the car with
my father (whom I adored), backing out the drive way, onto the street,
and driving off. No idea where we were going or why. Just that
snippet.
We had a large black housekeeper who had a bandana around her head.
I recall walking into the kitchen with her washing dishes, looking out
the window and singing gospel songs. She was always so happy.
Another housekeeper after the one above, Sarah. I used to con her
into taking a walk with my pulling a little red wagon I had. After
some distance I would be "tired" and she had her pull me home, up a
hill, while I rode in the wagon. :)
I may be slow at times, but not that slow. :)
I have some vague pre age four memories. One being in the car with
my father (whom I adored), backing out the drive way, onto the street,
and driving off. No idea where we were going or why. Just that
snippet.
I may be slow at times, but not that slow. :)
I'm not slow, and not fast...so that makes me half-fast. <G>
I remember back to first grade.
I often use a line from here in Memories years ago, when someone said they "weren't a slow driver nor a fast drive, but a half fast driver".
That has stuck in my mind all these years.
I have memories of my kindergarten teacher. A somewhat large woman,
who smelled of perfume I think she bathed in.
And her dark blue early '50s Buick with the starter button under the
gas pedal and her starting it up, pressing down the gas with the engine coming to life with a deep growl and rumble.
Another around that time was being fascinated by windshield wipers.
I would get on the hood and push and pull them back and forth.
One time my mother came to the door telling me to stop that, I was
going to break them. I scurried off the hood at once. (You didn't
mess with my mama. Her word was law!)
Time passes, and we are going down a street in a pouring rain and
the drivers wiper is going back and forth then suddenly it flew off the car. My mother looked at me and said "I told you where going to break it". Never said anything about that again.
Going back to Charles' post about memories, that was burned into my
mind but years later asking my mother about it she had no memory of it.
mess with my mama. Her word was law!)I would get on the hood and push and pull them back and forth.
One time my mother came to the door telling me to stop that, I was going to break them. I scurried off the hood at once. (You didn't
That's not the case today with parents...the kids just ignore them,
cuss them out, or "give them the bird".
If I did something really bad I wasn't able to sit down for a couple
of days.
Of course I was a perfect child. Well, 99.9999 per cent of the
time...
Joe (adjusting halo).
Joe (adjusting halo).
To better fit on the horns?? <g,d,r>
Joe (adjusting halo).
To better fit on the horns?? <g,d,r>
The halo rests on the horns, rather than floating above my head.
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