Childhood Memories
Childhood Memories!
Playing soccer as a forward and a goalie in early childhood through first grade
meeting a pilot and a stewardess in kindergarten and even wanted to be a pilot for a while because I thought it was cool
wanting to be a fireman, an astronaut, a zoologist, an anthropologist, a historian, a writer, a poet, and always changing my mind on what I wanted to be whenever I grew up
playing board and video games with my siblings and my friends
reading all sorts of books
even writing four short stories
and writing two amauter novels
mimicking my favorite poets trying to write like them and always searching for my voice as a writer and a poet
writing mostly spiritual and teenage angst poems
never knowing my purpose and meaning in life
always adventuring in and out of nature
making up games to play with himself and my siblings
going on road trips with my parents and my siblings
wandering and pondering if Christianity and Mormonism's version of it religions were for me or not
field tripping to all sorts of museums, water parks, IMAX theaters, adventure parks, bowling alleys, and arcades
Learning to cook whatever I wanted to my stepdad who I never actually got along with because he wasn't my biological father to me
however, he actually stepped up to the plate and adopted me as if I was his own child
wanting to always meet my biological father
who gave up his rights as a father to me whenever I was two years old
hating myself because I considered myself to be boring, dumb, and that no one could ever understand my weirdness and differences
struggling and overcoming my comprehensive and learning problems
hating my mom for leaving my biological father and hiding him from me but I eventually got over and realized that she did what any mother in nature would have done,
in order to protect her young
spending nights and weekends with my grandparents and my granny doing all sorts of fun activities with my grandparents
watching Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune all of the time
reading dictionaries and encyclopedias
working with and for my great uncle Fred
picking up branches, twigs, sweet gum balls digging and pulling up lots thistle weed
filling a week's worth in several of his trailers and being paid twenty bucks for it
getting baptised in the LDS church
attending a few other churches with my grandparents and my granny
fishing quite bit
went hunting for pigs with a backpack full of books
hunted for squirrels and raccoons but never found any just found their tracks
Swinging on a swing set
twisting the chains on the swing all the way up and letting it unwind while I was facing down on my belly
wanting to always be the cool and normal kid
desired to loved and accepted by everything even certain ex-girlfriends and ex girls that were just friends that I wanted to be my lovers!
Copyright © Eric Shelman | Year Posted 2019
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