Childhood Memory
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When I was eight, we lived in Cedar City, Utah while Dad was at sea. In the backyard were a couple of trees that
redrita would climb ... to be attacked by swarms of ants ... and return to climb another day because damned if the ants were going to keep her out of the tree. If I was eight, she was four.
Also in the backyard was a patch of skunk cabbage. I had a secret hiding place either indoors or outdoors for every place we lived. In Utah, my secret outdoor hiding place was under the skunk cabbage. It was tall enough that I could sit underneath it. There were several plants, and their broad leaves arched over the packed reddish earth where I'd sit and think and be alone with myself.
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kightp for the memory.
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Also in the backyard was a patch of skunk cabbage. I had a secret hiding place either indoors or outdoors for every place we lived. In Utah, my secret outdoor hiding place was under the skunk cabbage. It was tall enough that I could sit underneath it. There were several plants, and their broad leaves arched over the packed reddish earth where I'd sit and think and be alone with myself.
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Date: 2006-04-14 05:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-14 05:50 am (UTC)... I did once make a first-rate mudpie in that yard though... I mixed it up and put it in a scavenged tuna can and put it under a black piece of plastic to bake. It poofed up in the middle. I was appropriately proud of myself. I also dug clay out of the ground, made little pots, and put them in the chimney clean-out door thing to bake.
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Date: 2006-04-14 05:59 am (UTC)Digging holes in the red-clay bank at the rear of the playground in Alabama with Alice Marie Sprouse to make houses for fairies, and furnishing them with matchbox beds and tables made out of thread spools begged off my mom. ...
When we were stationed in Japan (my dad was in the Air Force), living in a paper-walled Japanese house while waiting for boring old on-base housing to open up, and bonding with the little Japanese girl at the end of the road over mudpies mixed up in her OMG-cool batter-powered *blender*, even though neither of us understood a word the other said. ...
Talking my brother into tasting a particularly realistic-looking mud "cookie" by pretending to take bites of it myself. He still doesn't quite trust my cooking ...
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Date: 2006-04-14 07:50 am (UTC)Hahaha...
One of my brothers foiled my mud-pie plans by actually enjoying the taste of dirt.
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Date: 2006-04-14 03:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-14 07:27 pm (UTC)no subject
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