Gettin’ Personal

I was reading a few blogs and one blog made me remember a distant memory. (By the way, check out The Junk Drawer aka the newest addition to my google reader–woot!)

Anyways, I don’t have much pleasant memories of my childhood and youth due to reasons that I don’t feel like divulging right now.  So, the great memories of my childhood and youth are very precious to me and I thought I would share my top five sweetest memories. (I have more, but only after I was adopted by my grandmother.) Please be aware that some of these memories may not be sweet but they were to me in their own unique way.

1. Sharing a room with my auntie who was a teenager when i was about 6 or 7 years old. It was awesome hearing her crawl in and out of the window. I especially loved getting threatened with bodily harm should I say anything. I may be exaggerating due to my age and mind capacity at the time but hey its what I remember. Ha!
2. The family pets-they were all the sweetest things in the world when they weren’t barking their heads off or humping you. I remember seeing one of the younger dogs being banged by my biological moms father when I was 8. I also loved the two family cats who have both since died. My cousin T got a kitten when she was 2 years old and named him after the fox in Fox and The Hound.  This cat was awesome! I cried when we couldn’t find him after the entire family had gone on vacation. We also had a cat that was named after the dog in Fox and The Hound. My sweetest memories involve the pets, who have all since died so it’s too sad to think about right now, so moving on!
3. The time when my entire reservation (oh yeah-I’m Native American/First Nations/Whatever you call us) was convinced that Pokemon and Teletubbies were sent by the devil and burned everything connected to them. It all started because someone was burning their garbage, (as it is done on reserves since we have no other way to “mulch” the trash), and a blue light came from the teletubby doll that was in the trash. Ha, me and my cousins stashed some of the toys because it would have been hell to deal with their bitching and crying.
4. Watching North of 60, the best damn show that was ever on CBC. I always watched it with my grandma/legal mother and we loved the time spent together since she was always busy working, and I was always busy being a little snot. Watching it as an adult, I realize that I never grasped on what a corrupt place Lynx River was. Albert FTW!
5. Not being allowed to skip a class because the teacher had a personal vendetta against me. Even my legal mother agreed with me about that. Apparently this teacher didn’t like kids who cried a lot even if they have a MEDICAL/PSYCHOLOGICAL reason. Things turned against her though when I would answer every damn question correctly and passed the class with the highest grade. Ha! Wait, that wasn’t much of a revenge was it? Whatever. That class ended up my favorite because that’s where I first befriended my first best friend.

Anyways, as you can see some bitter memories can actually be sweet memories if you dig into the big picture into the little pictures.

What are some of your best memories?

Oh, BTW if you’re interested in learning more about what caused my psychological problems or about how life actually IS on a First Nations reserve (has ups and downs) then please let me know in the comments section or contact page.

And also, for people who don’t know what the hell I am talking about when I say North of 60 or Albert FTW, check back here later. I will be installing some type of “footnotes” plugin a la Faboulously Jinxed.