I remember the echo of my footfalls in strangers' carports as I ran home from ballet class in Montreal's frozen winter
I remember perfect days on my white ten speed where I wanted for nothing
I remember the bubbling sensation in my chest while sitting on my parents’ bed when things seemed to be going so well for us
I remember finding marijuana in my dad’s gym bag and feeling personally insulted and older and wiser than him
I remember canoe trips where I complained and whined but loved every minute of it
I remember the sound of the vacuum banging my door to awaken me out of my perfect teenage slumber
I remember biting down on my hand to draw blood to show my mum how incensed I was with her
I remember feeling a sort of uneasiness when my mom would force my dad to kiss her
I remember being petrified that my parents would split up
I remember wondering why in the world my parents got married
I remember hearing about my mother’s pregnancy at nineteen and consequent marriage to my dad
I remember loving being alone
wow....now that is telling, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteIsn't it freeing to have it all out there.,...I am smiling at your sense of self!