On One Hand

January 5, 2005

When We were Younger…

Filed under: Uncategorized — ononehand @ 11:12 pm

When you were a kid, did you get excied when you were reading a book and noticed that a letter lined up perfectly with the exact same letter in the line below? Or would you laugh out loud when you found two cheerios fused together? I used to pick those cheerios out and save them for last. Did you wrap your mom’s candlesticks in a blanket and give them to her as a gift? Did you tell your parents that you wanted a surprise party for your birthday? Did you pronounce “volleyball” like “ball-ee-ball” and “fooseball” like “fools-ball?” Did you wonder why the moon seemed to move with you while the trees and lights flicked past outside the moving car’s window? Did you think that electric fans created the air that rushed against your face? Did you talk to trees, telling them that it’s spring and their buds should open? I would, adding that this particular spring is a cold one and maybe they should “hold off a week,” but that it’s “not my call.” Did you run to tell everyone when the digital clock said 4:44? Did you excitedly show your friends when you found the vague shape of a face in your bread? Did you cheer when you crossed a state line on family vacations? Did you wonder why Santa had the same handwriting as your mom when he thanked you for the cookies?



  1. all but the tree thing and the candles in the blanket. how young were you when you told the tree to hold off? :o)

    I added you to my friends list, I hope that’s ok.

    Comment by twistedshroom — January 6, 2005 @ 6:51 am | Reply

  2. ball-ee-ball! 😀

    Comment by alex_jon — January 6, 2005 @ 6:53 am | Reply

  3. i can safely saw i did that all. except the last one. I did talk to trees as they were to become my hideout from the world. I would “build a fortress of trees”

    Comment by im_just_a_boy — January 6, 2005 @ 7:54 am | Reply

  4. A good 85%, god, I thought I was the only one.

    Comment by dexterred — January 6, 2005 @ 8:49 am | Reply

  5. + moon
    + ceiling bumps

    I miss being a kid.

    Comment by punkstress — January 6, 2005 @ 4:41 pm | Reply

  6. I don’t think I ever talked to a tree… but I remember hugging one once.

    Comment by johnnya — January 6, 2005 @ 7:24 pm | Reply

    • Well, you’re a bona-fide hippie then.

      Comment by ononehand — January 6, 2005 @ 10:12 pm | Reply

      • i’m one of those damn liberal tree-huggers

        Comment by johnnya — January 7, 2005 @ 6:29 am

  7. What do you mean “when you were a kid”? I still do all that stuff.

    I wish I can take credit for being an observant-enough child to realize that Santa and Mom shared the same handwriting, but alas, no such luck.

    And I’m not sure why, but those stuck-together cheerios always tasted the best.

    Good times. I wish I could go back, but then again, don’t we all.

    Comment by bemusedguy — January 7, 2005 @ 10:31 pm | Reply

  8. Ok I can remember looking for things in the stupid eggshell ceiling stuff. I also looked at the carpet you know fun things 🙂 and the sun for some reason i am blind. I was the one that checked if the door was solid still every morning. *bang* it’s still solid. Did you do that?

    Comment by matraxis — January 8, 2005 @ 6:01 pm | Reply

    • Well, I check to see if I have what I need two or three times while I’m on my way somewhere… I check repeatedly to make sure the door is locked…

      Comment by ononehand — January 8, 2005 @ 7:56 pm | Reply

    • I wish I checked for everythign before I went somewhere. That way i owuldn’t forget my keys and my wallett and my cell phone when I go out lol

      Comment by matraxis — January 9, 2005 @ 1:28 am | Reply

  9. I used to do that too. I slept in the bottom bed of a bunk, and the board overhead was that chipboard shit, and there were tons of things in there. I actually still look for stuff in walls, ceilings, water stains, trees, rocks, cliffs, whatever-I sometimes use them for artwork.

    Comment by ezstrider — January 8, 2005 @ 6:17 pm | Reply

  10. santa has always been a sham; i’ve never believed.

    Comment by glossypaper — January 8, 2005 @ 11:41 pm | Reply

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