I have a lot of early memories. I remember seeing The Empire Strikes Back in the theater. The theater had a display of all the action figures from the Hoth scenes behind glass where the concessions were. I remember sitting next to my dad on his left. I remember being excited when Darth Vader first appears in the snow caves and my dad shushing me.
Evidently, I knew the plot before it unfolded and was ruining it. Hard to believe I was still a few months shy of my second birthday, but the film came out in the summer of 1980.
I remember seeing Bambi, E.T., and The Wrath of Khan all before turning 4.
Birth
As best as I can recall, I didn't ask to be born, I just happened, so it would seem.
Childhood is a horrorshow. I hated it, or I hate thinking about it now, at least. Good stuff vaguely resonates in my memories. There's a lot of garbage. No control is the best way to describe it. Boredom. Too much boredom. Time to kill and nothing to do, it seemed. TV wasteland was my drug or means of coping. Sad to think of the wasted years of neglect I did to my mind and such. Being raised by alcoholic types does wonders for kids, I hear. My parents just were numb and lazy sort. Lots of boredom came from the subdued nature of their nurture. My son says I should write about my childhood. If he only knew the horror.
Childhood is a horrorshow. I hated it, or I hate thinking about it now, at least. Good stuff vaguely resonates in my memories. There's a lot of garbage. No control is the best way to describe it. Boredom. Too much boredom. Time to kill and nothing to do, it seemed. TV wasteland was my drug or means of coping. Sad to think of the wasted years of neglect I did to my mind and such. Being raised by alcoholic types does wonders for kids, I hear. My parents just were numb and lazy sort. Lots of boredom came from the subdued nature of their nurture. My son says I should write about my childhood. If he only knew the horror.
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