Tuesday, May 24, 2005

contemplation of burnt popcorn

i don't know anyone who can make jiffy pop popcorn without burning it. i think that may be my favorite part. i remember when there were -no- microwaves. back when we used to go hunting each november and we would do our school work at the camper table that converted to a bed that tom and i slept on at night. who really cares that no one shot any thing. i loved being out in the woods. too bad i didn't realize then how cool it was. i can always remember though, sitting around the fire in the fold out aluminum chairs until your butt got too cold to feel and you had to get up and point it towards the fire. playing with fire, toasting the 'perfect' marshmallow (whether that meaning it's charred and black or lightly golden brown) mom lighting the fire with gasoline, and trying to light it without (that only worked 1 time), dad always being able to make a gigantic fire with nothing but a few matches and the wood that was hanging around. i miss hunting, i miss mar dons, i miss being a kid. this responsibility thing really gets you down sometimes.

i also don't know how people survive without their families. i don't know what i would do without my dad and my brothers around. i would do anything for my brothers and they would do anything for me. last night i found out that i had a cousin that is 48 years old that i never met. my aunt beverly had a baby when she was 14 that was adopted. her name is pam. dad said that pam had a drinking problem, but that was really no surprise as it runs in the family. dad said that was too bad, if she had known about it maybe she could have avoided alcohol. i hope that she is nice. too bad that beverly won't get to meet her, it was more important to kill herself slowly with the alcohol and cigarettes than it was to be here for her children.

1 Comments:

Blogger j00|{z said...

Some things'l never be the same again, huh? I wish people could just stay kids forever.

Mon Jun 06, 06:09:00 PM 2005  

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