I turned seven at the end of 1997.
I remember this birthday somewhat clearly and it’s the first one I can remember. For some reason it was at McDonald’s because I was a stupid kid and stupid kids like cheap fast food. There was a big plastic throne where they sat the kid and it had a number wheel thing that could be adjusted to show their age.
My brother kept turning the number back to six and I would cry and turn it back because he’s a big troll and he kept telling me that whatever the throne said became true and I was a very cry-y kid.
I don’t know why, but I always thought of this as a turning point of a year in my life. Yes, I was awkward and naïve. But I also had some friends, my cousins and neighbors and some church people. Really, the year was probably no different than the previous, but for some reason I always think of things happening when I was “like seven”.
In 1998 Pokémon became a thing and my brother and I got into it via some of the kids on the other side of the wash. We got a few cards and pretended to know how to play. I mean eventually we got substantial amounts of the cards with our allowances and actually learned to play, but for a while we just did what we could with what we had.
We also played with Legos and Star Wars toys a lot. Aaron and I played together a lot, yes, but a lot of the time I liked to play alone with my toys. Like I’d give them personalities and have them interact. Beast Wars figures would play with Beanie Babies and I’d build whole communities that were poorly imagined, but imagined nonetheless. There was a big timeline on the wall (because homeschool) and I'd put them in at various points. I guess this could be called the real start of my creativity. Maybe that’s why it was an important year to me.
Aaron got Pokémon Red and I was jealous and a tag-along kid and so I remember the rest of that story but it happened when I was eight so you guys will have to wait for that.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
BioWriMo Year Seven: the Neighborhood
Then I turned six. Around this time I moved to a different neighborhood. We lived on Beaumont Avenue. It’s the first house I can remember more than one room of.
Two stories, loft beds (those were SO COOL), in a real neighborhood with real neighbor kids but also near some undeveloped desert ripe for exploration. There was a neighborhood pool, fake trees in the front and as far as I knew, nice neighbors. I guess we were pretty financially stable at the time but it’s not like I had any knowledge of how things were. ’96 and ’97 were good Clinton economic years so maybe that has to do with it.
I remember us being connected to another neighborhood via a “wash”. Basically, Arizona is in the middle of the Sonoran Desert, meaning that when it does rain it rains a LOT. Our street was covered in flat pavement, flat roofs (it’s a Southwestern thing) and generally not absorbent stuff. The wash was a grated alley that let water (and small children) through but stopped cars from easily navigating between neighborhoods.
My brother had some friends on the other side of the wash and I, being a little brother, had to come along. There was a guy whose name was Leo or Lawrence or something and another guy whose name started with a D or S or something. Bad memory, eh? I remember the latter kid was Mormon. For those of you who aren’t from the United States, specifically the Mid- and Southwest, Mormonism is a sect of Christianity that is just different enough for us to consider separate. So it was odd now, knowing someone who didn’t believe or at least follow along with the same religion as us. It showed a bit, I think, that we were sheltered. We had grown up with an NES and a Sega Genesis and L--- had an Nintendo 64. We (or at least I if not Aaron) had never heard of or taken part in anything relating to politics and I very specifically remember hearing a joke about the Lewinsky scandal, although that must have been later, I guess.
I also remember playing with my cousins out in the desert. It wasn’t a far walk to one of their houses and we’d often go there and to Walgreens to play and hang out. So that was cool.
Years are hard and I have a lot to do today, so that’s all until I turn seven.
Two stories, loft beds (those were SO COOL), in a real neighborhood with real neighbor kids but also near some undeveloped desert ripe for exploration. There was a neighborhood pool, fake trees in the front and as far as I knew, nice neighbors. I guess we were pretty financially stable at the time but it’s not like I had any knowledge of how things were. ’96 and ’97 were good Clinton economic years so maybe that has to do with it.
I remember us being connected to another neighborhood via a “wash”. Basically, Arizona is in the middle of the Sonoran Desert, meaning that when it does rain it rains a LOT. Our street was covered in flat pavement, flat roofs (it’s a Southwestern thing) and generally not absorbent stuff. The wash was a grated alley that let water (and small children) through but stopped cars from easily navigating between neighborhoods.
My brother had some friends on the other side of the wash and I, being a little brother, had to come along. There was a guy whose name was Leo or Lawrence or something and another guy whose name started with a D or S or something. Bad memory, eh? I remember the latter kid was Mormon. For those of you who aren’t from the United States, specifically the Mid- and Southwest, Mormonism is a sect of Christianity that is just different enough for us to consider separate. So it was odd now, knowing someone who didn’t believe or at least follow along with the same religion as us. It showed a bit, I think, that we were sheltered. We had grown up with an NES and a Sega Genesis and L--- had an Nintendo 64. We (or at least I if not Aaron) had never heard of or taken part in anything relating to politics and I very specifically remember hearing a joke about the Lewinsky scandal, although that must have been later, I guess.
I also remember playing with my cousins out in the desert. It wasn’t a far walk to one of their houses and we’d often go there and to Walgreens to play and hang out. So that was cool.
Years are hard and I have a lot to do today, so that’s all until I turn seven.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
BioWriMo Year Six: Homeschool
I turned five in 1995. I was probably still in therapy around this time. I was probably still getting the finer points of reading at this time. Like I’ve stated, my memory is foggy.
I suppose that I officially started being homeschooled at this time, but with my brother in my house and all I had practically started already much earlier. So our mom would teach us out of books, drill us with sheets of math problems and (probably not for a few years after this) use software to teach us.
There were a lot of benefits to homeschooling. If Mom was sick or busy we would basically not do the school thing. We had school in the summer but there were field days scattered throughout when we vacationed or went to museums and stuff. Daily school wasn’t bad when we could finish by early in the day by finishing our allotted work.
I remember thinking I could draw. By which I mean I did bad stick figures. It was awful and nothing compared to Aaron’s burgeoning skill. I got way better eventually, trust me.
I remember thinking I could write. The only thing that sticks in my head from this age is some godawful stream-of-consciousness deal about a parrot. I hope I have improved since.
Something I haven’t touched on was religion. My family has always been very religious. I’m pretty sure we went to the same church the whole time we lived in Tucson. It was a Baptist church in a tent. They eventually built a real building there and I remember playing in the rocks around it. The church owned a lot of property around there and I’d often (usually with my brother) go back into the area around and explore. I’ve always loved walking in nature. I remember once getting a piece of jumping cactus stuck in my sandal and it sucked so bad and hurt forfreakingEVER.
Yeah, sandals. See, I didn’t actually learn to tie my shoes for a LONG time. I always had shoes with velcro or sandals because I think I was taught to tie shoes and then forgot and I never wanted anyone to know that. A lot of things in my development were like that but this is the best example for this age.
Anyway I think anything else I could talk about right now happened when I was six, which is a story for another day.
I suppose that I officially started being homeschooled at this time, but with my brother in my house and all I had practically started already much earlier. So our mom would teach us out of books, drill us with sheets of math problems and (probably not for a few years after this) use software to teach us.
There were a lot of benefits to homeschooling. If Mom was sick or busy we would basically not do the school thing. We had school in the summer but there were field days scattered throughout when we vacationed or went to museums and stuff. Daily school wasn’t bad when we could finish by early in the day by finishing our allotted work.
I remember thinking I could draw. By which I mean I did bad stick figures. It was awful and nothing compared to Aaron’s burgeoning skill. I got way better eventually, trust me.
I remember thinking I could write. The only thing that sticks in my head from this age is some godawful stream-of-consciousness deal about a parrot. I hope I have improved since.
Something I haven’t touched on was religion. My family has always been very religious. I’m pretty sure we went to the same church the whole time we lived in Tucson. It was a Baptist church in a tent. They eventually built a real building there and I remember playing in the rocks around it. The church owned a lot of property around there and I’d often (usually with my brother) go back into the area around and explore. I’ve always loved walking in nature. I remember once getting a piece of jumping cactus stuck in my sandal and it sucked so bad and hurt forfreakingEVER.
Yeah, sandals. See, I didn’t actually learn to tie my shoes for a LONG time. I always had shoes with velcro or sandals because I think I was taught to tie shoes and then forgot and I never wanted anyone to know that. A lot of things in my development were like that but this is the best example for this age.
Anyway I think anything else I could talk about right now happened when I was six, which is a story for another day.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
BioWriMo Year Five: Therapy
I turned four in 1994. At this age, I finally slept through the night! But not yet. We’ll get to that.
By now my parents realized that I had some problems with regular activities. Sleeping was obvious but there were also weird things with my speech patterns and interactions with people. I was very sensitive, crying at the drop of a hat and generally acting unlike someone my age. In some ways I was very mature, now able to read independently, but I was incredibly bad socially and sensitively.
So I started therapy. I don’t remember how long I was there or what exactly I did or the name of the therapist. I didn’t even know why I was there and I didn’t find out for years, so I’ll keep it thematic and not tell you people yet. All I know is that there were a lot of really cool toys and it was fun.
Anyway, I learned to block things out, so I got a lot less sensitive to things, if only selectively. I started sleeping through the night, even if I kept odd patterns like going to bed and waking up extremely early for no real reason.
I remember competing with my brother a lot around this age even though I couldn’t compare to a six-year-old. We’re both quite artistic and by this time we both drew and doodled a lot. I’m sure I’ll get into that more once I’m actually at schooling age.
Anyway, therapy was basically the highlight of my fifth year on the planet and I barely remember it, so I guess that’s all for today.
By now my parents realized that I had some problems with regular activities. Sleeping was obvious but there were also weird things with my speech patterns and interactions with people. I was very sensitive, crying at the drop of a hat and generally acting unlike someone my age. In some ways I was very mature, now able to read independently, but I was incredibly bad socially and sensitively.
So I started therapy. I don’t remember how long I was there or what exactly I did or the name of the therapist. I didn’t even know why I was there and I didn’t find out for years, so I’ll keep it thematic and not tell you people yet. All I know is that there were a lot of really cool toys and it was fun.
Anyway, I learned to block things out, so I got a lot less sensitive to things, if only selectively. I started sleeping through the night, even if I kept odd patterns like going to bed and waking up extremely early for no real reason.
I remember competing with my brother a lot around this age even though I couldn’t compare to a six-year-old. We’re both quite artistic and by this time we both drew and doodled a lot. I’m sure I’ll get into that more once I’m actually at schooling age.
Anyway, therapy was basically the highlight of my fifth year on the planet and I barely remember it, so I guess that’s all for today.
Friday, November 4, 2011
BioWriMo Year Four: Learning
I turned three in 1993. It was a year when I really started to develop differently from most kids.
When my brother was of schooling age my mom decided to homeschool. There a lot of views on homeschooling but in this case, with us both being young and kind of weird, it was a good thing. Aaron is of course very stoic, he likes to question everything he’s told and he learns kinesthetically, some traits that do not gel well in public schools. Mom could handle it. I wouldn’t have done well in public school either as a kid but I’ll get to that later.
The important thing is that my mom would teach Aaron and even though I was a toddler who could barely make himself understood I sat in. My mom read to us, Little House on the Prairie and Where the Red Fern Grows and some Bible stories. Then she taught Aaron to read. It was a slow process and she had to use some alternate teaching methods but he learned it and so did I.
I learned to read by sitting in on those lessons. At the age of three. Probably some crossover into the next year of my life but still. Eventually I could read better than my brother by the time I started being taught to write. I feel like this is one of the biggest accomplishments of my life and one of the reasons I’m the person I am today.
By the time I turned four I could read but I couldn’t talk very clearly. I played by myself a lot even though I had a brother relatively close to my age. But I still never slept through the night.
When my brother was of schooling age my mom decided to homeschool. There a lot of views on homeschooling but in this case, with us both being young and kind of weird, it was a good thing. Aaron is of course very stoic, he likes to question everything he’s told and he learns kinesthetically, some traits that do not gel well in public schools. Mom could handle it. I wouldn’t have done well in public school either as a kid but I’ll get to that later.
The important thing is that my mom would teach Aaron and even though I was a toddler who could barely make himself understood I sat in. My mom read to us, Little House on the Prairie and Where the Red Fern Grows and some Bible stories. Then she taught Aaron to read. It was a slow process and she had to use some alternate teaching methods but he learned it and so did I.
I learned to read by sitting in on those lessons. At the age of three. Probably some crossover into the next year of my life but still. Eventually I could read better than my brother by the time I started being taught to write. I feel like this is one of the biggest accomplishments of my life and one of the reasons I’m the person I am today.
By the time I turned four I could read but I couldn’t talk very clearly. I played by myself a lot even though I had a brother relatively close to my age. But I still never slept through the night.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
BioWriMo Year Three: Still Not Very Good at Being a Person
I turned two in 1992 and let me tell you, it was probably not very exciting. I literally remember nothing. That’s good because I am busy today and I should be writing my novel instead of this.
I started to speak but the only people who could understand me were members of my own family. How can I put this? I was mumbly. My maternal grandfather mumbles, my brother mumbles, sometimes my mom mumbles so of course I mumbled. I also had weird speech idiosyncrasies. I’d hop from one subject to another without warning and generally leave people confused. Logic was hard. I thought that if I got a reward for something once I’d get it every time. I might be mixing years here. Like I said, I was very small at the time.
I still didn’t sleep through the night. Of course.
I started to speak but the only people who could understand me were members of my own family. How can I put this? I was mumbly. My maternal grandfather mumbles, my brother mumbles, sometimes my mom mumbles so of course I mumbled. I also had weird speech idiosyncrasies. I’d hop from one subject to another without warning and generally leave people confused. Logic was hard. I thought that if I got a reward for something once I’d get it every time. I might be mixing years here. Like I said, I was very small at the time.
I still didn’t sleep through the night. Of course.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
BioWriMo Year Two: Still A Baby
I turned one in 1991. That year was pretty much the same as the previous, in my memory. That is to say that I don’t remember anything more from my second year alive than from my first.
Okay, maybe not. The earliest memory I can conjure up is me, crawling in some house that we lived in but I don’t remember, trying to chase the cat. I guess that was probably around when I was one.
We had a cat, by the way. His name was Hadji because my dad liked Johnny Quest as a kid. Hadji was an incredibly intelligent cat. Hadji was an outside cat year round because Arizona is almost never cold. There were coyotes and cacti and all sorts of dangerous stuff in the environment but Hadji never got hurt. There’s a story my father likes to tell where Hadji started getting fat out of the blue. It turns out that he’d been sneaking to a neighbor’s house where the old woman was feeding this “poor pregnant stray”.
Cats are weird.
Anyway, when I was one I suppose my parents started noticing how different I was from my brother. Aaron is and always has been incredibly stoic. He didn’t always behave but when he was bad he never gave it away. Aaron is a cool kid and an important character in my life up to now, so I guess you’ll read more about him.
I was entirely different. Even as I was nearing two years old I still never slept through the night. I was even fussier and more sensitive than any baby you could imagine. I don’t know much about my speech patterns at that age but either way that’s a story for the next year.
It strikes me that, as a baby, years weren't a big deal. Birthdays were things I didn't understand because I was a baby. When I turned two at the end of this blog post period thing I didn't get that I was now twice as old as the last time we'd done this. It's kind of arbitrary, really.
Oh well. It's convenient for this BioWriMo thing.
Okay, maybe not. The earliest memory I can conjure up is me, crawling in some house that we lived in but I don’t remember, trying to chase the cat. I guess that was probably around when I was one.
We had a cat, by the way. His name was Hadji because my dad liked Johnny Quest as a kid. Hadji was an incredibly intelligent cat. Hadji was an outside cat year round because Arizona is almost never cold. There were coyotes and cacti and all sorts of dangerous stuff in the environment but Hadji never got hurt. There’s a story my father likes to tell where Hadji started getting fat out of the blue. It turns out that he’d been sneaking to a neighbor’s house where the old woman was feeding this “poor pregnant stray”.
Cats are weird.
Anyway, when I was one I suppose my parents started noticing how different I was from my brother. Aaron is and always has been incredibly stoic. He didn’t always behave but when he was bad he never gave it away. Aaron is a cool kid and an important character in my life up to now, so I guess you’ll read more about him.
I was entirely different. Even as I was nearing two years old I still never slept through the night. I was even fussier and more sensitive than any baby you could imagine. I don’t know much about my speech patterns at that age but either way that’s a story for the next year.
It strikes me that, as a baby, years weren't a big deal. Birthdays were things I didn't understand because I was a baby. When I turned two at the end of this blog post period thing I didn't get that I was now twice as old as the last time we'd done this. It's kind of arbitrary, really.
Oh well. It's convenient for this BioWriMo thing.
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