Thursday, August 25, 2011

autobiographical


10 comments:

Anonymous said...

How can being a child be at once so terrible and so wonderful? -Cin

FrankandMary said...

Did Carol have a proselytizing instinct? It could have worked with that robe. So many of your auto-b's are indelible.

I think a lot of those bully kids are little lost souls transitioning from victim(at home) to predator(in school). I sort of feel bad for them too.

Paula said...

I think Mary may be correct in her thoughts. I can remember the odor of permanent wave solution.

Bucko (a.k.a., Ken) said...

Great memory, hanging with the girls was most likely a high point, helping mold you into a caring person.

Vickie said...

I love that you enjoyed the kindness of girls and their kind of fun. Also, it's funny how memories are entwined with smells. There are certain smells and certain songs that give me flashbacks to my childhood.

Malagutigrrl said...

Sonny and Cher!! OMG! I love these things! I laughed so hard when I got to Carol M. and her mother's bathrobe I laughed out loud until tears were running down my face. What a PERFECT "Cher" idea. Where you Sonny? Or were you a special guest?

Debra said...

i'm glad i checked my eMail this morning, this is good and it helped to brighten my day!

Lea Ann said...

Love this. I had to ride the stupid bus for over an hour and hated it.

Big Mark 243 said...

...Hmm... my darling brother and me used to use our Mom's housecoat for play... but for different reasons...

... and the comment about the smell of hair and cigarettes... that sounds like my ex-wife's old place of bid-ness...

... at least you had SOMEONE to play with... I have been 'dancin' by myself' my whole life ...BUT I AIN'T COMPLAIN'... JUS' SAYIN'..!

Chris said...

I guess you were typecast as Sonny? Funny story, Russ. (Although I particularly liked destroying stuff as a kid. Firecrackers were a blast.)