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i got this thing as a christmas present one year. i have no idea who got it for me, but i remember playing it for the first time with my dad, while we were sitting on the floor. the machine itself had a distinctly "fishy" smell that i didn't like, but i also didn't complain about it, because they're fish and that's the smell they should be.

after christmas, i only played with it a few more times. i lost the fishing rods pretty quick, but that was okay, because i preferred to just let the fish bite my fingers instead.

#good memory #memory item #tech and games #i also remember not liking the sound that the little spinning motor made AT ALL. but i really liked the fish.#it was fun to let them bite me

one of the very few times i had someone over to my house for a playdate, we decided to play hide and seek.

when it was my turn to hide, i had an incredible idea. i took off my shoes, and then went into my open closet door, and got behind my clothes that were hanging on the lower rack.

in front of the clothes, i had a pair of tall winter boots. in order to fit behind the rack, i had to wear the boots.

i got to watch the seeker walk in my closet, look directly at me, and then walk away!

#good memory #i felt very smart.#and then she came stomping running back and yelling YOU'RE WEARING THE BOOTS!!!!!!!!!#i think she found my shoes. LOL

at some point after the ceiling lights in my room stopped working, i decided to hang up some old white christmas lights i'd found. i had them draped over both of my bedroom windows, and right over my bed. they had a couple of different modes, like a following trail, or blinking.

i typically kept them on 'twinkle'.

they only stayed up for a few months before they died, but that's probably because i never, ever turned them off.

#good memory #my room was constantly dim and bright at the same time #sometimes i'd get sick of it and turn them off during the day. but now i miss them sometimes

incredibly, i haven't made a single post about chatchat. let's change that.

when i first discovered chatchat, it was actually through iHasCupquake's youtube video series, "flash friday". i was drawn to it because the thumbnail had cute cats.

when i first started playing chatchat, it was on my grandma's old macbook pro. that's the main thing i used it for. i saw it as a way to talk to other people in a safe environment, one where i could stop to think about what i wanted to say.

you could also roleplay pokemon battles on there, which was awesome.

#good memory #tech and games

pretty soon after learning how to ride a bike, my dad decided to take me bike riding with him. we went down the gravel trail behind my mommom's house. he was on his regular adult-size bike, and with his adult-size legs, he was going way faster than i was, on my kid-size bike with kid-size legs.

i had a pretty strong competitive streak when it came to men at that age, and i tried to pedal really really hard to catch up with him.

i guess it must've rained the night before, because my tire slipped on the soft gravel surface (my tires were also kid-tires, and not adult-mountain-bike-tires) and i slipped and fell right onto the ground.

i landed on my side, and scratched up one of my knees. somehow, my bike ended up on top of me. pretty amazing, right?

i didn't react at all to what had happened until my dad started freaking out and worrying over me.

that's when i started crying.

#neutral memory #i distinctly recall my dad looking behind him and then suddenly dropping his bike and running over to me.#we never went bike riding together again after that

living in the inn's basement was an interesting time for me. the basement itself was huge, and had a couple of load-bearing pillars in it. i had a dora-the-explorer themed four-wheeler powered by, like, a 20 volt battery.

i scratched up the floors from going around the pillars in a circle so much.

#good memory #tech and game #a four-wheeler is tech.

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i was extremely proud of myself when i, completely independent of any outside influence, figured out that:

a long phrase can be made smaller, by taking the first letter of each word in the phrase and fusing them together, to create what seems to be a new, nonsensical word.

i've seen a word like that before!

for some bizarre reason, my church used to have a sign on one of the bathroom doors that said "V.I.P Entrance". i was, for the longest time, confused as to what a 'vip' was.

but wait. there's little dots between each of those letters. what if... the V... was for Very. and I... it would make sense for it to be Important, right? because Very Important sounds like it'd be VERY important to have on a sign.

but... then...

...

Purple?

#good memory

i had this old gray and white cat back when i was about 8 or so. her name was sagwa, after one of my favorite tv shows. i loved her dearly.

once, when i was taking a nap on the couch, she joined me and sat right on my stomach. we stayed like that for who knows how long. when i woke up, she was still there, but there was something… coming out of her?

usually, when cats give birth, they try to find or make a nest. somewhere secluded, sheltered, and safe.

i guess sagwa decided that place was with me.

#right on my CHEST girl come onnnn!#good memory #from that litter there was daisy sweetiepie/precious and sir purrsalot #purrsalot was originally named grumpycat because he was kind of a bitch #but i thought that maybe he was such a bitch because *i’d* named him like that #so i named him sir purrsalot to encourage good behavior. i think it worked

come to think of it, there’ve been so many important cats in my life.

i met this one when she was about 5 weeks old. a lady from church had found her underneath her porch during a rainstorm, and she couldn’t keep her, so she came to my mom’s new house.

she was a tiny little black kitten, and i was immediately obsessed with her. i took care of her and doted on her, and didn’t let her leave my sight. my mom told me that, when she was a little girl, she had a black cat named “velvet”, that she was equally as obsessed with. so i decided it was only fitting that i had my own velvet, too.

she was an incredible cat. i had her trained to follow the sound of my voice, and we would go on long walks through the woods together. she had the softest fur, and a meow like a freight train. she was so chatty! when she became a mother, she would only stay calm if i was there with her. she’d even decided to have her kittens in my bedroom closet.

we were best friends.

at one point, she’d ended up with a small scar across the bridge of her nose. still have no idea how she got it, though.

aside from the visual similarity, there was one other commonality between my mom’s velvet, and my own.

my mom told me, “whenever she would disappear, she would always manage to find her way back home. she would even follow us when we went on trips to visit family. she was just immune to getting lost.”

and i thought, “well, if i name this cat velvet, then she’ll never get lost, either.” and for a while, this was true! sometimes she would be gone for a few days, and then turn up like nothing happened. she would disappear at night in the rain, and if i stood outside and called for her, she would come back into my open arms, ready to be dried off and cuddled.

she even hitchhiked a ride inside of my mom’s car bumper to church a few times! i would get to skip out of the service and sit in the lobby with her.

i was so sure, so certain, so assured that i’d never lose her.

… one day, during a winter snowstorm, velvet had somehow gotten out of the house. i have no idea how. maybe my mom let her out during a smoke break? i searched outside in the woods for hours, calling for her, to the point i’d nearly made myself sick.

…

i like to imagine that somewhere out there, she found a warm home to take shelter in. i want to believe that that wonderful little cat got to experience nothing but love and warmth.

#good memory #neutral memory #my mom was a firm believer in indoor-outdoor cats. and it led to a lot of heartbreak for me.#i do not condone outdoor cats in my adult life. but all of my stories of old cats will include them #please oh please keep your cats inside.#pet death #its implied.#theres a couple of sentimental memories on this blog #but for whatever reason #this is the one where i’d cried a lot WHILE writing it.

i spent a lot of time in the inn’s basement. while me and my mom lived there, we had a little kitty named rosie. she was the first cat i ever considered to be truly “my first” cat, because i witnessed her birth, and named her. she was a gray tabby.

that sweet cat put up with so much little kid bullshit. she truly had the patience of a saint. i would build her forts out of pillows, blankets, baskets, plastic blocks… i’d balance tiny fancy hairbands with charms on her head like a crown, i would bow to her on my hands and knees as though i was worshipping her.

to the adults around me, she was just a regular cat, but in my mind, she was a princess.

#good memory

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when me and my mom lived with my dad in his trailer…

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there was a huge trampoline in the backyard.

i spent a good portion of my time at the trailer outside, on that trampoline. it was mesmerizing to just lay there, looking up at the trees, watching tens of thousands of leaves shake in the wind.

sometimes, i could convince my dad to come out and jump with me, and he’d do his very best to launch me into the air as high as possible with each jump.

but, for the rest of the time, it was just me out there, for hours on end. it felt like my trampoline.

… it also felt very lonely.

#good memory #add-on #i loved that fucking trampoline. it was so big i cannot overstate how large it was #AND IT DIDNT HAVE A TRAMPOLINE CAGE!!!!#i could never stand trampolines with those stupid cages on them they felt more dangerous than not having one at all #it was really fun to sweep all the leaves off of it in the fall too

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when me and my mom lived with my dad in his trailer…

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my dad and i would walk to visit my mommom’s house. first through the woods, admiring the glow of sunlight filtering through the trees, and then along a thin path next to the ditch, which just so happened to have my aunt’s house on the other side of it, and then finally arriving at the driveway.

once we had completed our quest, my mommom would head into her office and pull out a special box, revealing the most coveted of rewards…

a little debbie’s zebra cake.

#good memory #add-on #i was allowed to have ONE zebra cake pack per visit to mommoms house.#i was always so impressed with how she managed to keep it so well stocked

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when me and my mom lived with my dad in his trailer…

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my dad had a special mountain bike with a kids seat attachment on the front handlebars. im not sure if the bike came with this attachment, or if it was something my dad macgyvered himself.

he’d hoist me onto this huge, spindly looking contraption of a bicycle, and at first, i was terrified…

but then he started riding the bike through the woods, over small holes and overgrown roots, bobbing and weaving through little bike paths that he’d made from riding the same routes over and over again, and it was exhilerating.

and that’s when i learned how it felt to fly.

#good memory #add-on #i think i got too big for the seat pretty quick #so he had to get a different seat that went on the backside of the bike (motorcyclist backpack style)#but i didnt like that one nearly as much. because all i could see was my dad’s back and nothing else #kindof lame.

when me and my mom lived with my dad in his trailer…

#good memory #this one will have a lot of add ons.

a reoccuring daydream that i used to have involved me laying on my bed in my bedroom, and imagining if all the floors were replaced with mattresses at the same height as my bed. i used to think it would be so comfortable to roll around on such a big surface area, all throughout the entire house.

although, now that i think about it, it would probably make cooking pretty difficult…

#good memory

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