All the road trips have kind of meshed together now, so I can’t tell you how many there were, or if it was all one *really* long ride. I remember visiting my dead’s mom (great-great grandma). She had a mulberry tree in her yard, and we would eat all we could reach. She had a… Continue reading Road trips, sulfur, and monkey’s blood
My parents always had a Buick. Don’t ask me why. I almost called this post “The old woody”, because we had a station wagon with the fake wood “panel” on the side (I found out later it was just really long stickers, because it started peeling). When my mom’s parents were with us, we rode… Continue reading Buick people
There was a boy at school, Dirk. He was mid-popular, and decent looking, and somehow he ended up at my house. I am sure we were supposed to be studying or something. I think my parents were out, but my brother was home? At any rate, at some point we decided to try and have… Continue reading Can I hide my face from embarrassment??
Another birthday. Awesome. I guess. 13. I don’t remember ever getting stuff from my biological dad, but I must have, because I remember my dad (Sam) coming in and telling me bio dad wasn’t going to do so anymore. He was cutting off all contact. Not that he’d really had any to begin with. Just… Continue reading There comes a day
Since I never really fit in, I’d always been interested in the things that didn’t, either; ESP, witchcraft, the “abnormal”. Not that I was “bad” or “dark”, I just thought they were neat. I always had a way with most animals and insects, butterflies would land on me, I became immune to mosquito bites, I… Continue reading The Tomorrow People
Ok, back to Jersey. My room had dull green wallpaper with gold stripes and patterns, and as soon as you walked in there was a wall, so you had to turn to really enter. On that wall, at the bottom, was a panel, covered by the paper, just big enough for me to crawl through.… Continue reading The hidden room
So I know I told you I would try to keep this chronological. Well, that’s not happening. I remembered something from San Antonio, and then a story my mom told me from there. The story first; Apparently I scared the heck out of her because we were at the river walk and I ran off,… Continue reading Time loop