I’m 44 years old. I just remembered how much I liked the castle Lego set you bought me. It was so cool. The back wall of the castle swung open like a door and there were two levels that the archers or whatever could stand on. I brought to Alabama with me.
I remember some of the Lego people had a sword and an arrow. There were shields and night helmets too. I remember the arrows being green, and I remembered being down to my last arrow.
Did you buy me that Lego castle because of how much I liked Little George’s He-Man Castle? I could be way off, but I get a sense. I feel like my ability to fixate combined with a need to speak wore you into submission routinely.
Thank you though. I was really proud at how long I kept up with the pieces.
Also, you did a lot of things right with me. I think I was a little impulsive but mostly not too bad as a kid to deal with. I never let a moment be boring.
In hindsight, I think Dad put me in track and cross country so I could run it out. I can’t even be mad at that…You know, it’s funny that as a child you think, “Wow he went to maybe two track meets in 5 years…”. As a parent in his 40s, I figure he probably had to take off work early to make it to any of the track meets because that’s a lot of driving to Gardendale from Altec; also, he probably appreciated the quiet in the house before I got home from a meet.
My point is that I didn’t give him Hell. I had the impulse control issue, and another place we buttheads – until I left for the Air Force – was that I didn’t want to be told HOW to complete a task. Dad’s way of doing anything was the way he expected you to do it. That need to control wore him down though. Maybe not as much in his grandad years, but I think most of the damage was done.
You did a lot of things right, and my point is you should be proud. I learned to watch people with you. I learned to talk to people. I became good at people – at least in small doses, I do exceptionally. They’re puzzles – neverending puzzles. I think I should say enigmas to not sound…dark.
It’s ok. My journal isn’t popular enough for me to get cancelled. There’s not much skin the game. Nobody reads. I wonder if you read, but I never see Connecticut hit in the analytics. Maybe I have and assumed it is Luverne or Denise.
They have a warm place in my heart. I think children remember when they cared for, and they remember more when the person wants to care for them. They know it. It’s a sixth sense.
You did good. I was kind to most people first. I built up an obsessions with justice (justice = revenge + good posture) and fairness. I’ve joked about becoming a scam artist if I stayed in Hartford.
I think I would’ve become a Robinhood, where I only exposed the affluent and rich. Probably would’ve gotten bored with credit card fraud and got into activism. I would’ve been impulsive and did something to bring too much attention to myself. I would’ve gotten busted with a misdemeanor, then see some Air Force recruiters standing behind me at the foodcourt and ask if they’re in the Navy.
It would’ve worked out. Also, I would’ve had a lot of winter clothes.