Return of Memoryfest - Day 2/31

[bironic]

2. Elementary School

At one of my birthday parties in the backyard of our old house (we moved a few months after I turned nine, so I was younger than that), I ran into my dad's friend/mentor Nick, a million miles tall. He asked how tall I was. I had probably just visited the doctor, because I answered in inches. Nick laughed and teased me about being forty-something feet tall, lifting his hand high over his head towards the sky.


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[mer-duff.livejournal.com]

I went to a small primary school - K-4 only - with a very small library. It was in the centre of the school and shaped like a cylinder - there were shelves on the outside and a small area inside where you checked out the books. I was small as well, and my favourite place to wait for my mother (who taught at the school) was curled up in one of the book return shelves, reading.

[bironic.livejournal.com]

That's adorable. I wish I knew what you looked like so I could imagine a mini-you in that scene.

[mer-duff.livejournal.com]

Nothing like that icon *grins*

In what may be the defining picture from my childhood, my mother has managed to get me into a dress, but I've tucked it between my legs to simulate shorts. And she lost on the dirty tennis shoes. Both knees are scabbed and my bangs are self-cut in a lovely jagged line across my forehead. Most people who know me would suggest that my "style" hasn't improved much.

[thewlisian-afer.livejournal.com]

Aww, this makes me want to drag out pictures from when I was young and go through them to find some of the ones of me curled up in my bookshelves reading so I can scan and post them! ♥