Return of Memoryfest - Day 2/31
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bironic2. 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.
About the Memoryfest
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.
About the Memoryfest
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Date: Jan. 3rd, 2007 09:00 pm (UTC)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.