Memories

Memories.
My memories…

I seem to have a better memory than most people I know, so let’s get some out there shall we?

I remember being two.
I remember the first house I lived in in fairbanks.
I remember being on a bed, playing with Tiny Toons toys from McDonalds.
I remember having the Montana Max toy, a little car with money on it. hahah.
I remember the outside of the house too.

Thats as far back as it goes.

I remember the apartment on Turner St.
I remember making a “tent” with a blanket and some wood, between my sisters bed and mine.
I was three hahah.
I remember telling people at First Nazereth that I was “free” years old. Hahah.
I remember Jennifer, and my sister meeting her.
She said she was blind, she was sort of a pathological liar.
I remember when you pulled me up to dance with you to the parade scene from We’re Back!, god that movie sucked. hah.
I remember her sister Amanda, and her mother Bobby.
I remember their step brother and sister, Kyle and Megan.
I remember when we ran into Jennifer and Amanda again when we moved to the lake.
I remember my first kiss with Amanda. It was short, and I didn’t like it. hahah.

I remember saying “shoot” to mean “shit”, and thinking my step dad would yell at me. hahah
I remember my Step Dad taking one of my small army men, putting it behind his back, and pulling out a larger one. I was blown away.
I remember my 4th birthday party. I got legos.
I remember going to a birthday part for a boy named Joshua Showers. We had Mcdonalds for lunch. I got an ambulance in my happy meal.
I remember vague memories of Me, Joshua Showers, and Kyle Klemischefsky (spelling is probably way off) playing in a church play, we were the three wisemen. We fought eachother with our sticks.
I remember the three of us playing in Sunday School as batman and robin. We were all Batman.

I remember when we were moving from Turner to Hess St, I hid among boxes in my room.
I remember my 6th Birthday party.
I don’t remember my first day of kindergarden, but I do remember a lot of that year.
We walked a mile around the school.
We had 4 field trips. I know one was the Library
The playground had odd Dinosaur Eggs in the sandbox. hahah.
I had a “big brother” named Jason.
My best friend was Douglas Wiest. He was a dick.

I remember my first day of 1st grade, my teacher was Ms. Alanzo.

It’s getting easier now, the closer I get. But even more recent memories should be concrete, but they aren’t, ya know?

Like, I remember what I did for every birthday from 5th, all the way up untill 16th. But I can not remember what I did for my 17th. I just can not remember. My mind wants to tell me it was when we made the Metagross cake, but it just doesn’t add up. I remember that as 16th.

18th I don’t really remember much either. 19th was horrible, and 20th was pretty fun

But now it’s almost cheating to recount memories from only two or three years away.

I remember A lot about my dad. When he lived in that basement.
I remember a ride on a snow mobile.
I remember us shopping at a store that looked like a castle.
I remember him putting his Game Boy on a really high shelf, and I took it down and played Tetris. hahah!
I remember he had a can of Lip Balm, I remember how it smelled.

I remember one time he was tickling my sister, and I thought she was being hurt, so I jumped on his stomache. He got really mad. Sorry for that one dad!

I remember when he moved to Chena Hot Springs. I played a Sega Saturn, Clockwork Knight. Hahah. He introduced me to Zelda, and Final Fantasy.

I was apparently on the verge of death, when I traveled with him in california when I was a baby. I don’t remember, but I must have been a pretty awesome baby to survive. hah.

I remember alot more than most. It’s a blessing and a curse. I fucking hate it sometimes, but I also love being able to lose hours, just replaying these good times in my mind.