bironic: Neil Perry gazing out a window at night (cannonball)
bironic ([personal profile] bironic) wrote2007-01-09 10:56 pm
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Return of Memoryfest - Day 10/31

This one's in the same vein as yesterday's. Maybe some of you will have swimming pool-related memories or stories about meeting relatives, since the unconscious shriek didn't resonate much.

And I will be replying tomorrow. The head cold, it muddies the brain, and I had to play catch-up at work today after taking most of yesterday off.


10. High School

My grandfather's cousin R. and R.'s teenaged son M. came to visit from Sydney, Australia when I was about 14. My sister and my friend and I were out back in the swimming pool when they arrived. M. introduced himself by stripping down to his bathing suit and cannonballing in with us. We all started playing around. Soon he upended the float I was lying on. I remember letting out a cry when he did it, even though I'm a pretty quiet person and even though I saw him coming, and marveling at it as I hit the water.

WTF

[identity profile] jadesfire.livejournal.com 2007-01-10 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
The Turtles were my first thought as well, although over here they were 'hero turtles' for reasons best known to the censors...

Anything involving a float in a swimming pool makes me think of holidays in Mallorca. I had a wonderful pink lilo with a transparent panel in it. One of my friends would lie on it and I'd swim underneath, looking up at their slightly distorted face through the plastic. Half my memories of those holidays are in a kind of muffled silence because I spent so much time under water.

[identity profile] kabal42.livejournal.com 2007-01-10 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
*is a dork* Because the UK censors considered the word 'Ninja' to be something that in itself warranted a higher rating. So it was changed. Reason I know: The change made it into the Danish version too, so that's how I first saw them as well.
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[identity profile] bironic.livejournal.com 2007-01-11 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Mmm, that sounds wonderful. I never learned to jump, dive or be otherwise submerged without pinching my nose closed with one hand, so I read your descriptions with a sort of gentle longing.