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Life through a bowl of cherries
Aug. 2nd, 2002 12:07 pmLast night, as J. and I finished off a bowl of cherries, she happened to mention that one of her earliest free-floating childhood memories concerns eating cherries on ice on a hot summer day. This led to a lengthy, pleasant, and above all procrastinatory discussion of childhood memories, which leads, in turn, to this entry.
Without further adieu, I bring you:
1. I broke my leg at age 4; my version of events involves falling off a rocking chair shaped like a teddy bear, but I can no longer remember if that was what really happened, or if I broke my leg doing something even more foolish or illicit. I was in the hospital for what seems, in my memory, like six weeks, but was probably more like six days, if even that; while there, I watched lots of television, including what I now figure was probably Speed Racer. When I got home from the hospital, there was a toy castle with plastic molded knights to welcome me. It was huge, at least half the size of a real castle, although still not big enough for me to be inside it.
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Without further adieu, I bring you:
Twelve Random Childhood Memories
1. I broke my leg at age 4; my version of events involves falling off a rocking chair shaped like a teddy bear, but I can no longer remember if that was what really happened, or if I broke my leg doing something even more foolish or illicit. I was in the hospital for what seems, in my memory, like six weeks, but was probably more like six days, if even that; while there, I watched lots of television, including what I now figure was probably Speed Racer. When I got home from the hospital, there was a toy castle with plastic molded knights to welcome me. It was huge, at least half the size of a real castle, although still not big enough for me to be inside it.
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