Look Cool
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Once upon a time, like when I was five or six, I had two outfits that were my favorites (except the shoes). One was a red cordoroy skirt with a white turtleneck that was covered with tiny ladybugs. I wore white tights, my navy blue Crayola belt and my navy blue buckle shoes that I hated with it. I had a red sweatshirt that I sometimes wore over the ladybug turtleneck. The other outfit was a denim skirt with a blue shirt that had a rainbow with shades of blue and purple across it. Also worn with aforementioned Crayola belt and buckle shoes.
I think I wore the red ladybug outfit to my first day of first grade. Around that time (of first grade), my parents decided we should get a time-share in New Hampshire. We went to check out the place, and our family friends were meeting us there. The time-share was new, so new that it wasn't finished being built yet, and we were sharing a condo on the lake with the other family. Eight people, two bedrooms. You know what that equals? Four little kids on the pull-out couch.
This morning I had breakfast with Golden Boy, and as he spooned sugar into his coffee, we both looked at the sugar cubes, remembering when we'd take them from the place in New Hampshire. He recalls us taking them to eat secretly, when our mother wouldn't catch us. I recall something different though.
What I recall was that when I was around six, and we were in New Hampshire for the first time, there was a big party, like a wine-and-cheese type of gathering. Golden Boy and I were the only kids there, or maybe the other kids were older, or we didn't like them, but the point is we only had each other to hang out with. I was wearing my ladybug turtleneck with the red sweatshirt that night. The party was on the lake, and it was loud and warm with all the people. We ran around the people, and our parents were certainly in a vacation state of mind, because why else would they have said okay when their kids, one who could barely swim and the other, completely terrified of water, asked if they could take sugar cubes out to the lake to feed the ducks at night?
I'm sure if I mentioned this to my mother she'd say she never said we could do that, and my father would say he doesn't remember. But I remember.
The clearest memory I have of the whole night is following my brother after we came up with our feed-the-ducks plan, trying not to lose him among all the adults holding wine glasses, and of Golden Boy turning around to me as we were going towards the table with the sugar cubes and saying, "Look cool." My response to that directive?
To hold down the sleeves of my ladybug turtleneck while pushing up the sleeves of my red sweatshirt.
Once upon a time, like when I was five or six, I had two outfits that were my favorites (except the shoes). One was a red cordoroy skirt with a white turtleneck that was covered with tiny ladybugs. I wore white tights, my navy blue Crayola belt and my navy blue buckle shoes that I hated with it. I had a red sweatshirt that I sometimes wore over the ladybug turtleneck. The other outfit was a denim skirt with a blue shirt that had a rainbow with shades of blue and purple across it. Also worn with aforementioned Crayola belt and buckle shoes.
I think I wore the red ladybug outfit to my first day of first grade. Around that time (of first grade), my parents decided we should get a time-share in New Hampshire. We went to check out the place, and our family friends were meeting us there. The time-share was new, so new that it wasn't finished being built yet, and we were sharing a condo on the lake with the other family. Eight people, two bedrooms. You know what that equals? Four little kids on the pull-out couch.
This morning I had breakfast with Golden Boy, and as he spooned sugar into his coffee, we both looked at the sugar cubes, remembering when we'd take them from the place in New Hampshire. He recalls us taking them to eat secretly, when our mother wouldn't catch us. I recall something different though.
What I recall was that when I was around six, and we were in New Hampshire for the first time, there was a big party, like a wine-and-cheese type of gathering. Golden Boy and I were the only kids there, or maybe the other kids were older, or we didn't like them, but the point is we only had each other to hang out with. I was wearing my ladybug turtleneck with the red sweatshirt that night. The party was on the lake, and it was loud and warm with all the people. We ran around the people, and our parents were certainly in a vacation state of mind, because why else would they have said okay when their kids, one who could barely swim and the other, completely terrified of water, asked if they could take sugar cubes out to the lake to feed the ducks at night?
I'm sure if I mentioned this to my mother she'd say she never said we could do that, and my father would say he doesn't remember. But I remember.
The clearest memory I have of the whole night is following my brother after we came up with our feed-the-ducks plan, trying not to lose him among all the adults holding wine glasses, and of Golden Boy turning around to me as we were going towards the table with the sugar cubes and saying, "Look cool." My response to that directive?
To hold down the sleeves of my ladybug turtleneck while pushing up the sleeves of my red sweatshirt.
Labels: Golden Boy, Little Green
posted by Green at 3/26/2007 12:43:00 PM
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