#WeblogPoMoAMA Starter
So I am totally excited for the WeblogPoMoAMA challenge for the month of November. Beings I haven’t put the call out yet, I figured I would choose a couple questions I have seen already to start us off.
The first was posed by Alexandra here at omg.lol “What's your worst and fav childhood memories?”
This is a hard one. I have lived in my 35 years quite a life so far. Filled with beautiful moments, and harrowing. But specifically in my childhood…I would have to start with the favorite memory.
My favorite memory from my childhood, is not a singular moment as I was addicted to the act, but falling in love. Each time I fell in love as a Child was a momentous magical experience. Equal parts Delusion and Earnest yearning to be loved. But if I had to choose one that I treasured the most…it would be falling head over heels for Corey (Last name withheld for his privacy). I was, at the time, the only out gay kid in my little town in Iowa. No one cared, no one bullied me, that in itself was a blessing few get I now know.
Corey was a new kid my 4th or 5th grade year. Blonde and Tan he was like someone from a fairy tale, the handsome prince entering stage left. I had crushes before, Miles, Jordan, Tyler…but no one until that point had been as breathtaking as Corey. And of course I was far too afraid to ever approach him. While I was well liked by people from all different groups in my school, I felt Corey was well above my lowly station and I never would approach him. But one day as we were passing in the halls he smiled and said hello to me, and the heavens opened up and the little blue birds that accompanied snow white fluttered down and I was overjoyed. Well something like that anyways. We never really spoke to each other beyond a few heys in passing, but the admiration from afar got me through a really dark time in my life.
Which brings us to my worst Childhood Memory. There are too many that I could pull from, but beings I established a Kindergarten to 6th Grade timeline in my happy memory I will apply that limit here. I want to say it was my 5th or 6th grade year. It was the weekend and that is usually when we made the half our trip to the next town over with a walmart and would get groceries and things of that nature. I staid in the car with my little sister who was maybe a year old at the time. My Dad and Step-Mom went in and did their shopping and came back to the car.
On the way home they fought pretty fiercely. My Step-Mom was tired and just wanted to get us home and the groceries put away, and my dad was hell bent on going to the Gun Show at the fair grounds. He wanted to go right then. She said well why don’t we just get the kids and the groceries home and you can come back by yourself. He was pissed. To this day I don’t understand why…we would have made him have a time limit as none of us gave a damn about hunting or guns. He would have had all the time he wanted to go at his pace etc.
Nevertheless, we got home and I went straight upstairs as was per usual. The upstairs and downstairs were separated by a door at the foot of the stairs. I heard raised voices moving from the front door, through the kitchen and past my stairwell door, and towards their bedroom. So I lurked at the top of the stairs listening intently as I could tell things were heated beyond a normal spat.
After a few minutes I heard screams and then a loud bang against the wall (I later found out that was when he shoved her violently into the dresser). There was a loud commotion and I heard my Step-mom scream from the kitchen my name. I ran down the stairs and was met with her tearstricken face. My dad had something in his hand, my mind wants to say it was a knife but many years sit between that day and now and the memory is a feeble thing. He turned to me and told me to carry my ass back up stairs and I surely complied. A moment later she screamed for me again and I came back.
I remember her saying “If you don’t want to see me dead, get help now!” and in that moment I just took the leap. I ran, through the kitchen, out the front door and down our half mile long drive way and then down the dirt road to our neighbors house (my elementary school principal). All the while my dad was chasing after me. Long story short, he didn’t kill her. Nor did she leave him. And it was that next summer that I made the choice to leave instead.
So yeah…those are my Favorite and Worst memories from my Childhood!! If you have any questions for me please send them! I would love to use them in a future blog post between now and the end of the month!!