Return of Memoryfest: Day 8/31

[bironic]

(Thought I'd jazz it up with some of these icons. Retroactively.)


8. Middle School

In the car on vacation in Toronto, my mother glanced at the cover of a Deep Space Nine paperback I was reading, saw the drawing of Dr. Bashir and said, "He has a bulbous nose." Anytime the word "bulbous" comes up, that's what I think of.

WTF

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[nicocoer.livejournal.com]

when we moved to Utica, We left behind a lot of my brother's books. A couple years ago, I went back and dug through the mess left behind and found old copies of Tarzan's adventures, Comic books, and choose-your-own-adventure novels. I loaded them up into a box and took them to the Utica house. I think I still have them in my room at my parent's house today.

~SNL~

[kabal42.livejournal.com]

When I was eleven I first read "Lord of the Rings". Some time not too long after (I re-read it numerous times very fast) I was telling my mother about it. I was completely enraptured and told her that Tolkien had created this complete world - perfect detail. And she tore into me for wanting to live in another world. That wasn't at all what I meant, but she probably did sense that I didn't want to be in this one - and did my best to live in book worlds all the time.

(And I just caught up, so if you have a multitude of replies, that's just my memories *S*)

[thewlisian-afer.livejournal.com]

Odd word associations are fun. One weekend in high school I was staying at my friend Ashley's house. We were out in her back yard sitting around a fire with her parents and her little brother, drinking (yes, underage drinking, we're all going to hell) and roasting anything we could find in the fridge/freezer/cabinets and would stay on a stick. I don't even remember how the hell the conversation started but somehow we got onto the subject of how Ashley's dad had recently sold their lawnmower. (The riveting topics of rural life...) Apparently, he wasn't happy about it -- again, I can't recall why. But his wife turned to him, gave him the most mournful look and said very sadly, "Do you feel remorse?" XD We all burst into laughter until we couldn't breathe at the superb overacting on mom's part. And to this day I can't help giggling or at least smiling any time I hear the word 'remorse.' Unfortunately, this is not the sort of word you usually want to smile at...

[mer-duff.livejournal.com]

I started reading when I was three (Pat the Pilot while waiting in the car for my mother to pick up some groceries) and have never really stopped. In fact, my first childhood ambition was to be a reader (admitted after my aunt caught me reading the old newspapers I was supposed to be wrapping glasses in during a move).

A friend gave me a guidebook for Buenos Aires this Christmas and then chided me for reading it in the bar - what did she think I would do with dozens of new pages of text!?