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4. Elementary School/Middle School
The summer after fifth grade, our family took a trip out west to visit some national parks. On the flight out to Albuquerque, I was reading a Star Trek: The Next Generation paperback (I remember the books I packed about as well as the trip itself) about Tasha Yar that included a lot of unofficial backstory. There was a scene close to the beginning where young Tasha was kidnapped by a group of hooligans on her home planet and raped, or nearly raped. I remember reading that scene—not explicit at all, this was a YA book, but it hinted at enough—and blushing bright red, as though the people in the airplane seats around me could tell what I was reading.
5. Elementary School
The fields at our elementary school where we would have recess after lunch on fair-weather days was lined with trees and shrubs, some of which bloomed small white or yellow flowers. The girls called it honeysuckle. It may have been. Some days, we would walk out to the edge of the field and pick the flowers, squeeze them and drink the tiny drops inside.
What I liked better than those were these weeds that grew on the field and in the sidewalks. I don't know what kind they were, but they had these spongy, conical, goldenrod … blooms, I guess, about the size of a pinky fingernail, that smelled strong and sweet when I punctured it, and that always remind me of pineapple even though they don't exactly smell like it. They'd stain my fingernails yellow if I picked at too many of them, and my fingers would smell of them for the rest of the day. I remember one particular time when we were walking from our school up the road to another school to practice for a "marathon," and pulling one of the weeds from a sidewalk crack and sniffing it the whole way there.
ETA: OMG! In searching for pictures of honeysuckle, I found these: http://www.wildflowersofontario.ca/pineappleweed.html And look: "When crushed this plant produces a pineapple odour, hence the name." Ha! Mystery solved.
6. Elementary School (hm, I seem to be stuck in an era here)
I remember several sleepover parties from elementary school and middle school. At one of them, at my friend K.'s house, what I remember is sharing around a few bowls of Pop Secret popcorn—back in the days when they came in different colors, and you never knew what color each bag would be (hence, "Secret")—in big plastic bowls, while watching a movie—Uncle Buck with John Candy, maybe—that had a scene in a bar/strip club and a topless woman with stars stuck over her nipples.
4. Elementary School/Middle School
The summer after fifth grade, our family took a trip out west to visit some national parks. On the flight out to Albuquerque, I was reading a Star Trek: The Next Generation paperback (I remember the books I packed about as well as the trip itself) about Tasha Yar that included a lot of unofficial backstory. There was a scene close to the beginning where young Tasha was kidnapped by a group of hooligans on her home planet and raped, or nearly raped. I remember reading that scene—not explicit at all, this was a YA book, but it hinted at enough—and blushing bright red, as though the people in the airplane seats around me could tell what I was reading.
5. Elementary School
The fields at our elementary school where we would have recess after lunch on fair-weather days was lined with trees and shrubs, some of which bloomed small white or yellow flowers. The girls called it honeysuckle. It may have been. Some days, we would walk out to the edge of the field and pick the flowers, squeeze them and drink the tiny drops inside.
What I liked better than those were these weeds that grew on the field and in the sidewalks. I don't know what kind they were, but they had these spongy, conical, goldenrod … blooms, I guess, about the size of a pinky fingernail, that smelled strong and sweet when I punctured it, and that always remind me of pineapple even though they don't exactly smell like it. They'd stain my fingernails yellow if I picked at too many of them, and my fingers would smell of them for the rest of the day. I remember one particular time when we were walking from our school up the road to another school to practice for a "marathon," and pulling one of the weeds from a sidewalk crack and sniffing it the whole way there.
ETA: OMG! In searching for pictures of honeysuckle, I found these: http://www.wildflowersofontario.ca/pineappleweed.html And look: "When crushed this plant produces a pineapple odour, hence the name." Ha! Mystery solved.
6. Elementary School (hm, I seem to be stuck in an era here)
I remember several sleepover parties from elementary school and middle school. At one of them, at my friend K.'s house, what I remember is sharing around a few bowls of Pop Secret popcorn—back in the days when they came in different colors, and you never knew what color each bag would be (hence, "Secret")—in big plastic bowls, while watching a movie—Uncle Buck with John Candy, maybe—that had a scene in a bar/strip club and a topless woman with stars stuck over her nipples.
6. Questionable content at sleepovers
Anyway, as we got older, sometimes we'd invite other people to our sleepovers. (Including L's little sister A because I thought she was awesome. K and L did not agree but I was the fuckin' leader, betches! What I said went!) I remember when we were in seventh grade we were celebrating L's birthday so it was the three of us, A, and two other girls, C and A2. L expressed an interest in having a mini-marathon of horror films that she hadn't seen. We all thought this was a great idea and everybody was to bring along a video for us to watch.
The night of the sleepover, we'd already watched The Omen and The Exorcist and we'd moved on to The Amityville Horror, which was my pick. L's uber-religious mother happened to come downstairs to use the bathroom and she saw what we were watching and she FLIPPED. THE FUCK. OUT. She took all the videos away and, at 1 or 2 AM, gave us a long and preachy lecture about evil and corruption and how we were poisoning our minds by watching things like that. She even cried a bit during her tirade. We weren't even allowed to just put the videos back in our bags. She took them back upstairs with her and put them in her room so we couldn't get them and delivered them directly into the hands of our parents when we were picked up the next day.
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OT: I used to be pretty bossy when I was a kid, too. I wonder what happened. :)
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I dunno about you but when I stopped being bossy I started being manipulative. XD I still stayed mostly in charge but I learned to get people to do what I wanted them to do by subtle suggestions and psychology instead of by putting my hands on my hips and shouting orders. hahahaha
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