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What Could I Say? Been There, Done That!

Yesterday, I was sitting on the front porch, enjoying the peace.  For once, no one was in my face whining that they wanted a drink, or food, or crying because they had a bruise from rough play.  The kids were actually getting along. Their brother had just gotten a new bed, and they were breaking it in. Their laughter was ringing through the open front door like an old favorite song.  Suddenly, I heard my husband yell, “Stop jumping on the bed!”  Their was fun interrupted, the giggles stopped, and silence rang through the house.

He walked onto the porch, looking offended, and asked me, “Do you know what they were doing?”  I couldn’t help it; I started to laugh the kind of laugh that starts deep down in your belly, the kind of laugh that tickles your chest and makes your body shake and tears fall from your eyes.  He stood looking at me, confusion plain in his face.  When I finally thought I had it under control, I tried to say, “What do you expect? Lucas just got a new bed,” but somehow, I just couldn’t get it out.  I started to laugh again.

What could I really say?  Jumping on your bed is like the ultimate childhood past-time.  Of course, these days, we have trampolines and Wii’s, and all kinds of virtual games, but then?  We had our beds.  I remember having the best kind of bed for jumping on.  The box spring was super stiff, with a firm mattress.  Man, did I ever get air on that bed!  Sometimes, I’d come close to hitting my head on the ceiling, and my stomach would get that wobbly ticklish feeling you get from a good laugh. My mom used to yell at me: “Tricia, stop jumping on the bed!”  So I’d stop for a few minutes, and then start all over again, especially if I heard her go outside for a few minutes.

It was even better jumping with a friend. One time, my cousin Lesia and I jumped on my bed for hours while my mom wasn’t home.  There was the double bounce, where we’d jump at the same time, and the uneven bounce, where we’d offset our jumps.  Really, I’m surprised we didn’t end up breaking the damn bed.  God, we laughed and laughed.  Suddenly, there was my mom in the doorway.  “What are you doing?!”  We immediately sat on our butts, looking sorry. “We were making the bed softer, Mom.  See, it’s already more comfortable,” I told her.  She shook her head, and said,  “Pretty soon, you’ll be sleeping on the floor!”  She stormed out of the room and we burst into giggles.  Is there any better feeling?

What was I supposed to say to my kids when I knew full well that they were jumping on the bed?  Was I supposed to yell at them and tell them not to?  Was I supposed to pretend to be angry that they were enjoying a wonderful past time, and making memories together?  Perhaps I should have been a good parent and encouraged them to go jump on the trampoline out in the yard, but somehow I just couldn’t bring myself to do that.  I couldn’t bring myself to be a hypocrite, when in my heart, I was on that bed, flying up into the air with them.

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Posted by on July 23, 2012 in Parenting

 

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No Fear Cavalier

Is there anything better than laughing about how silly you were as a kid?  I recently bought the greatest hits album released by R.E.M. and while I was listening to “It’s The End of the World as We Know it (and I Feel Fine),” I started thinking about the times we listened to that song as teenagers.  I even wrote a new poem about it, complete with the No Fear Cavalier.  Anyway, it got me curious about how the change in my listening habits affects my writing…

We all know I’m a metal-head, a fan of the hardest rock out there.  Ripping riffs and clashing chords, chilling melodies and harsh male voices dominate my playlists on my computer and IPod.  I guess this makes sense, since I’m generally a serious person.  I haven’t had the easiest life, and I’ve felt alienated from my family, friends, and the world for a really long time.  However, I have also had a lot of really good times, and good friends.

For my senior project, I’ll be completing a book of poetry about loss.  Is there any greater-felt loss than the loss of childhood?  It’s a universal theme, even though it can be good or bad.  I have to admit, I love being older.  If I had a chance to go back, I’d never take it.  I can’t accomplish anything back there.  I can only accept it, and move on in the now.  I’ve learned a lot, and I’m such a different person now, but it’s still fun to remember.  I’m looking forward to the poems about growing up.

I’m also looking forward to hearing a lot of great tunes that I’m embarrassed to admit I know every word to.  I’ve recently bought a lot of albums I used to own before my mom went on a religious spree and burned all of my music and books.  (That’s for a different blog, else I sit here all day accomplishing nothing!)  See the weird quirk about me is I have to have music to write.  I can’t come up with an idea to save my life without it.  When I start to write about something, I have to have the perfect music to accompany it.  I just made a new playlist especially for these poems about childhood/adolescence, and honestly, I can’t believe how eclectic my tastes were then.  I mean, I know a lot of songs, and bands, and genres, and listen to a lot of different stuff, but this playlist is just incredible to me.

Picture it:  I’ve got Tupac Shakur after Meatloaf but before Nirvana…Collective Soul next to Van Halen and Mariah Carey…and Alanis Morissette with Nine Inch Nails before Cypress Hill.  My God, how crazy is this?  Each of these songs/bands/artists have some memory, some significance to me, and I love it!  I love remembering how I felt, and how far I’ve come. I wouldn’t go back for anything, but I don’t think I’ll forget to remember how much fun I had either.  Maybe there were a lot of bad times, but I always had some pretty cool tunes to see me through. I’m really excited to see where this project takes me, and how different my views of life now are from those back then.

How far have your listening habits come?  Have you broadened your horizons or are you stuck in a rut?

 
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Posted by on December 4, 2011 in Music, Writing

 

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