the boys just made lunch and, sitting at the table, sheepishly, asked if they could take the food downstairs, so they could continue playing Halo.
of course I said "goodbye"
the oldest is 15 and finished grade nine. the youngest turns 14 in a matter of weeks and begins grade nine. their childhood is as diametrically opposed to mine as you can get. don't get me wrong. I don't blame my parents. *I* made my choices.
like doing handstands all day
against the brick of our house
which irritated the neighbour
which made me do it longer
like signing up for summer school, realizing what that meant and going to my friend's trailer instead
like eating kraft dinner with dill pickle chips and ketchup and watching days of our lives
like sitting outside, in the backyard, on the concrete, eating toasted tomato sandwiches and drinking swiss mocha instant coffee, with mel.
that was also the summer I tried the scrambler
mel lived with us
she collected forks and hid them under her bed
two of my friends attempted suicide
I got my first real job
I quit my first real job
I also started dating
This is Me in Grade Nine, Baby by the Barenaked Ladies would have been a handy song back then.