childhood

the first thing i remember from my childhood is not so much a "thing" as it is a view. some days i forget my own name, but no worries, i can remember the view from our New bury Park house in California from when i was 5. we lived in a cul-de-sac at a house that, one summer, had a relatively small, but big enough to remember, infestation of snails. we lived across the street from Jacquelynne's one friend Michelle, i think, who had a big RV. sometimes i miss those days; when i was five, when life was easy, when the biggest rumor on the street was that one of the boys down the street ate snails for fun and not who slept with whom recently. back before i had ever kissed anyone (and this was before the time i kissed Connor Williams when i was like 8) back when the only time i ever drove was on my dads lap one Sunday after church when he let me feel like i was big enough to drive, but really, it was just him pushing the petals. we have pictures of it. someday, i will upload them and post them. add it to the list of things ill do. this is like a real memory because i just checked with my sister before she went and got in the shower. i promise im not crazy (at least not in the way you think), these things really did happen.