i was thinking earlier about looking back through my blog and trying to analyze some of the memories and things that I’ve put in there. Sometimes I’ll be driving in the car and think about things and scrawl them on my hand, only to forget them later – but this time i have two that i thought of. both are memories, of when i was pretty young.

the first took place when i was in kindegarden in new orleans. one morning my dad was making my sandwiches for lunch. now as you can imagine, any small child is occasionally particular about what they eat. usually mom made me a sandwich – pb&j or tuna and cut it in half, diagonally. i tried to explain this that morning to my dad saying ‘mom always makes me two sandwiches.’ i’m sure i stated that a couple times, and i didn’t realize that he would interpret this as two whole sandwiches, instead of two halves, which i of course ate. so lunch time rolls around and i pull out my box and realize that dad did in fact make me two whole sandwiches. i ate the first and then when my teacher came around and found that i had a whole sandwich in my lunchbox, she told me to eat it. i tried in vain to explain how the mixup happened, but she told me to eat it anyways. i don’t remember how much of it i ate.

when i lived in tillsonburg, one spring we had a yard sale and i remember my mom spreading out a wealth of treasures on our pingpong table in the basement, and one of our neighbours coming over and helping her price them. i remember feeling so indignant at that! the fact that she would have the nerve to put a price on our things. she put 10c on one item and i remember telling her ‘that’s worth more than ten cents’ and her brushing me off.

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