I was such a strange child

on Wednesday, October 27, 2010 at 5:31pm

You know the more I think of my childhood the more I realize there really wasn't anyway a person would know about the abuse in our home from watching me.  My brother on the other hand should have given it away.  But maybe it was the combination. One silly happy seeming well adjusted child and one ole sour puss of a big brother.  But I am truly and internal optimist. I have always know God is with me.  I don't remember ever not thinking that. He was and is my best friend.  Why am I telling you all this. Oh just the random silliness that runs through my head and my memories of shear happiness when my dad was home, before he gave up and just couldn't handle it anymore.  My dad started falling apart because he was fighting on two fronts and felt like he was losing both of them.  He is like me in one major way. He was going to save the world whether it wanted it or not.  We both were born helpers, not so much in a productive way more in a hey let me show you how to do that annoying almost self righteous way. though I admit we never saw it that way at the time. I should give some examples to show you what i mean but that's not why I'm writing this.  I wanted to tell a story my dad would never let me forget about the silliness that filled my body and overran my mouth on many occasions.  One of the reason I tended to be in trouble constantly with my mother as she did not see the humor in my constant rhyming or made up songs.  I would skip out in front of everyone singing at the top of my lungs embarrassing her to no end.  But my dad loved and he loved to tell everyone about it. that was not my favorite thing.  I never meant to draw attention to myself in fact I hated that part. but I loved to sing and I would do it for the joy of sing not for entertaining.  So my two little stories for today:

Susan you might actually remember this one.  We had gone to Texas to visit my dad's family. I was so excited to go to an aquarium park much like Sea World called Sea Arama.  And I was so excited I was skipping in front of everyone singing, as usual. "We are going to see a rama, we are going to see a rama." Dad said I stopped mid skip and he knew I was thinking something profound (I was analyzing stuff even then).  "Daddy what's a rama" to which my Uncle Charles said, "Why he's a daddy of a sheepa"  Dad of course laughed so hard. Me, my question answered, just said "okay" and turned around skipping the rest of the way to the car totally clueless to the silliness behind me.

my second story is about a company truck
My dad worked for the arizona game and fish department and he had to check out a truck from the week for something he was doing.  We were so excited about him bring it home and wanted to go for a ride in it. To which he tried to explain that it was not allowed, but persistence won out and grudgingly agreed to take us for a ride.  So being who I am  "I went skipping out the front door singing "Yeehaw and rubber duck let's go for a drive in the brand new truck." Which as usual sent my dad into peals of laughter.

I miss that laugh.