Tag: memories
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Me And My Cinnamon Shadow
I have always been … creative. I don’t remember the story very well, because I was very young. So very young – so feel free to chime in, mom! – that this story has been told to me instead of remembering it personally. The long and short of it is, when I was but a…
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Dreams Come True
I know you’re thinking, “How old is she, 12?” Nope, 21. Moving on. This is my favourite photo of myself not just because it’s one of the only photos I feel I look honestly pretty in, or because I believe I am genuinely happy, or because being genuinely happy in the photo makes me honestly…
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Like A Kid Again
I miss everything I used to hate about being a kid. When you’re little, someone cooks ALL your food for you. And if you were anything like me, you hated it. I put up such a fuss over eating basically anything. I hated dinner so much that I gave up eating meat altogether when I…
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The Five Scariest Moments in Trapeze
The scaffolding on top of the building? That’s the trapeze school! 1. Climbing the 20 foot tall ladder to get to the platform – exacerbated by the fact that the trapeze structure sits on the roof of a building, making you three stories and 20 feet high in the air. 2. With your toes over…
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My Nest Is Best
Source: wendo.it via Alessandro on Pinterest Do you remember this book? When I was a kid, my mom read this book to me and there was a special melody to the song. One day, I caught myself thinking of my home as my “nest.” My nest is best! It has so much character. It’s always…
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The Chocolate Easter Bunny Story
In lieu of sharing Christmas with my family (thanks, retail job), I shared my family’s Christmas traditions with all of you – here and here and here and here and here and here. Guess what?! No family Easter for me either. So here’s my family’s favourite Easter story. This is a story of cause and…
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Don’t Blame Me, I Was A Creative Kid
Today’s Scintilla Prompt has to do with a time you embarrassed your parents in public. So I’m just going to tell you about the time my mother picked me up from the school bus in kindergarten, attempting to wear my backpack on my legs. While wearing a skirt. There’s the story. There’s the visual. And…
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Know It By Heart Beneath A Stone
Source: Uploaded by user via Meghan-Sara on Pinterest When I was fourteen, I truly believed that : “The reduction of the universe to a single being, the expansion of a single being into God, this is love. Love is the salutation of the angel to the stars. How sad the soul when it is sad…
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Never Turn Your Back, Not For A Second
I have referred to this incident in the past, now I will share in detail what caused me to learn the harsh life lesson “never fall asleep with your back to a stranger.” Back over Thanksgiving, I had set my mind that I was going to spend the holiday visiting my family, regardless of the…
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Dream A Little Dream
I was 23. I was in love. And I was on top of the world. Figuratively and, it seemed, literally as well. I would drive to the top of the highest hill in my neighborhood and look down at the sleepy town below, pulling over to the curb and putting the car into park. Looking…
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All My Chobits
Thanks to the Crazy, Tragic, Sometimes Magic Michael, I have learned about the Scintilla Project, with writing prompts. I LOVE BEING PROMPTED. Really, you only have to prompt me to do something and I’ll usually do it. Which brings me to today’s prompt – a time when you were drunk before you were allowed to…
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Supers Really Aren’t
Any minute now, the super of my building is going to ring the doorbell and find me in full makeup and pajamas, watching My Little Pony, waiting for him to come and fix three separate issues in the less than two hours before I have to leave for work. I don’t blame this super. All…
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Holy Bible, Batman!
*ding dong* I’m not expecting company… “[mumble mumble] Diaz?” a strong, authoritative man’s voice on the other side of the door. Uh oh. Is someone in trouble? Someone named “Diaz”? They have the wrong person! I don’t want anyone knocking my door down! I do a quick check in the bathroom mirror on my way…
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I WILL Grow Up…And So Should You
Wait. Hold up. When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait to grow up. No more bedtimes, no more bullies, no more bullshit. And then I grew up. And guess what. No more bedtimes, no more bullies, no more bullshit. Being an adult is vastly superior to being a kid. Granted, please take this with…
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My First Kiss
Since it’s February, blah blah blah Valentine’s Day, blah blah blah getting mushy all over the blogiverse, I thought it was only appropriate to share this memory during this month The year is 2002. I am a flat-chested, acne-ridden, brace-faced senior in high school. So basically, not much has changed in 11 years, except…
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The 70’s on Sunday
If I had a time machine, I might choose any period in time to travel to – but I might travel back to the time of the 70’s on Sunday. You may have misunderstood. The 70’s on Sunday was a weekly day-long radio show on the local oldies station where all the songs played that…
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Thanksgiving 2012!
What? Thanksgiving? I know I know, that was two holidays ago. But I completely forgot to talk about it last year, so here goes. Thanksgiving this year was two days long, Thanksgiving and Christmas all in one, sandwiched between two overnight 7-9 hour bus rides. First of all, it’s not a proper holiday unless my…
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Make the Most of Moments
… Did I ever tell you about the best date I ever went on? We met after work, at my favourite French restaurant. We chatted so intensely for so long that the waitress grew impatient with our inability to focus on deciding what to order. I think it took an hour for us to finally…
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2012: Year in Review
This massive undertaking was sparked by Brooke at Silver Lining. Get ready for an intense retrospective of the past year in blogging and twelve giant Instagrams. And remember – I love you. JANUARY I made grilled cheese, stupid faces, and peace with Brooklyn. FEBRUARY I conquered Owego, the subway system, and one of my biggest…
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Christmas Past
Roomie’s giant dog Toby assures me he has been good this year…and then sat on my lap. Christmas has come and gone, even though it really doesn’t feel like it. I had a strange one this year: I woke up at 6am, took a bath by candlelight before the dawn hit, and then rode a…