When I was five, visiting my grandparents for the summer in Ontario, some relative gave me a big book about dinosaurs. Pretty sweet gift, I must say. (I thought so then, too.) One afternoon, I was leafing through that book on the porch of my grandparents’ cabin on the Ottawa river and some random adult … Continue reading Triceratops
Tag: childhood
Mama’s Story
I recall a Sunday family dinner at my German grandparents house, back when I was about four or five. There was a good amount of family there: I would guess about a dozen people, or so.As she was prone to do, my grandmother (who my sister and I called Mama) came out of the blue … Continue reading Mama’s Story
Body Rapping With Aiden
When I was about eight or nine years old I befriended Aiden, a small kid a year younger than me who lived nearby. Aiden was an only child with a single mom, and I guess he had things pretty rough. His mom was always working, so Aiden was by himself a lot. However, the big … Continue reading Body Rapping With Aiden
Ikea Ball Pit
Like so many, when I was a kid I really, really loved the ball room at Ikea. It was a special, magical world; so tactile, lurid, and fuckin fun! I believe I was four years old the last time I went into one. It was a formative experience for me. Now, the time before my … Continue reading Ikea Ball Pit
Recorder
One of my favorite memories from childhood concerns recorder class in grade five. Of course, I really hated recorder lessons. Shrill noises bother me, and every kid knows the recorder is a bullshit instrument. There are no recorder bands, recorders in the orchestra, or recorder player superstars. This is one of those, “hey kids! This … Continue reading Recorder
Muse Vassal 