Return of Memoryfest - Day 23/31
Jan. 22nd, 2007 11:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
23. Elementary School
The first and possibly only time I stayed overnight at my aunt and uncle's house, I slept in my cousin R.'s room in a sleeping bag on the floor. She had a poster of a Tyrannosaurus Rex animatronic model from some museum that loomed over us on the opposite wall. What I remember most vividly about that night is both of us going up to her room at bedtime, getting into bed, and R. turning off the light. When she did that I asked her, surprised and with a little pang of homesickness or loneliness or disappointment, "Don't your parents tuck you in?"
The first and possibly only time I stayed overnight at my aunt and uncle's house, I slept in my cousin R.'s room in a sleeping bag on the floor. She had a poster of a Tyrannosaurus Rex animatronic model from some museum that loomed over us on the opposite wall. What I remember most vividly about that night is both of us going up to her room at bedtime, getting into bed, and R. turning off the light. When she did that I asked her, surprised and with a little pang of homesickness or loneliness or disappointment, "Don't your parents tuck you in?"
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Date: Jan. 24th, 2007 02:07 am (UTC)Thinking of those vacations triggered a sensory memory (a little late for the discussion on that topic, but what the hell): the smell of crabs boiling. Ugh! What a stench. It permeated the house for over a day.
Even though I had helped catch the crabs (which was a lot of fun), I couldn't bring myself to eat them after smelling them cooking (not that I'm much of a seafood fan to begin with). I've never eaten anything crab related since then.
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Date: Jan. 25th, 2007 03:07 am (UTC)We used to walk past the Fulton Fish Market on our way to the South Street Seaport in Manhattan, when my sister and I were young and hadn't eaten much or any seafood because our mom never cooked it. To this day, I remember that place when I pick up a piece of not-so-spectacularly-fresh fish or shrimp from the supermarket, and it can spoil the meal if you still smell-taste that reek when it's on your plate.
Anyway. Eight kids, huh? And twelve when you lot showed up? I don't think we would hit a dozen if we combined all my first cousins in one place. *counts* Nope, nine, including my sister and me, and two of those cousins weren't born until I was in my teens. I wonder what it would have been like to gather in big groups of relatives like that.
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Date: Jan. 25th, 2007 10:50 pm (UTC)Absolute pandemonium. I enjoyed it as a kid, but now I wonder how the adults kept from going crazy. Of course, since it was summer, we kids could spend most of the time outside playing, which probably helped.