I probably had a very typical childhood, but I don't remember much. The first five years of my life I lived on Old Middleton Road, but then moved to Racine Road in Madison, so that i could go to Kindergarten in Madison. So all I remember from the first 5 years of my life was that one day I slept later than my brother; an older kid nearly got hit by a car on his bike; I had a discussion with another kid down by the railroad tracks, who thought that eating candy stunted your muscles; and there was a teenage girl who lived with her grandmother who showed me a drawing trick where you draw an ice cream cone and turn it upside down and then add a face and it looks like a clown.
I remember the first day we moved to Racine Road, and I was real excited and I wanted the room farthest from my parent's room, even as a 5 year old child.
So here is a different kind of post: All the things I don't remember.
I went to summer camp one summer at Camp Wakanda, don't remember one damn thing, just the name. My parents wanted time to themselves on the weekends, and so dozens (hundreds?) of times they would drop me and my brother off at my grandparents farm on Friday Night and pick us up on Sunday Afternoon, and yet mainly I remember waiting and waiting for my parents to show up on Sunday so I could go home. I do remember some farm experiences, like feeding pigs or milking cows, or even riding horses once or twice, but being really afraid. My brother was too afraid to even try it, though my even younger farm cousins were real pros. I was jealous of my farm cousins because they always had firecrackers, though they couldn't use them very often, they had to save them for emergencies or scaring crows, but occasionally they would sneak away with a few and we would fire this pipe cannon they had built on a hill. They had a little creek that ran through their farm and I would collect water cress and catch crawfish, by baiting a string with some luncheon meat and they wouldn't let go even after you pulled them out of the water. Still considering how much time I spent there I don't remember much.
I remember the first day we moved to Racine Road, and I was real excited and I wanted the room farthest from my parent's room, even as a 5 year old child.
So here is a different kind of post: All the things I don't remember.
I went to summer camp one summer at Camp Wakanda, don't remember one damn thing, just the name. My parents wanted time to themselves on the weekends, and so dozens (hundreds?) of times they would drop me and my brother off at my grandparents farm on Friday Night and pick us up on Sunday Afternoon, and yet mainly I remember waiting and waiting for my parents to show up on Sunday so I could go home. I do remember some farm experiences, like feeding pigs or milking cows, or even riding horses once or twice, but being really afraid. My brother was too afraid to even try it, though my even younger farm cousins were real pros. I was jealous of my farm cousins because they always had firecrackers, though they couldn't use them very often, they had to save them for emergencies or scaring crows, but occasionally they would sneak away with a few and we would fire this pipe cannon they had built on a hill. They had a little creek that ran through their farm and I would collect water cress and catch crawfish, by baiting a string with some luncheon meat and they wouldn't let go even after you pulled them out of the water. Still considering how much time I spent there I don't remember much.
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