All right, I have a FFAQ backlog. BTW in my brain, I pronounce FFAQ as “f-fack” so FFAQ backlog rhymes in my head. Fascinating tidbit, I know.
The question that won last FFAQ (by a landslide) is probably the hardest question that I’ve had to yet answer. It’s not difficult because it’s a challenging question. Instead, it’s been hard for me to answer because the answer is so broad that I have no idea how to narrow it down! But it’s also been a really fun change of pace.
Here’s the question, posed by Maud:
I want an answer to a not-so-serious, not-about-your-sexuality question!
What is your all time favorite childhood memory?
Well, let’s see. I had a pretty good childhood, as well as a very boring childhood. I was very obedient and not really adventurous, so I’m not sure I know how to narrow this question down. I’ve seriously been thinking about this question for days and I just can’t seem to isolate on single memory that is my all-time favorite and most of what I do think of is pretty dull. But, like any other question for FFAQ, I want to give a full answer, so I guess I’ll talk about some random good childhood memories so you can kind of get an idea of what my childhood was like. Sorry if it’s boring!
*I loved being at my Grandma Weed’s house when I was five because there were snails in the yard, and my brother Chris and I would spend hours and hours playing with them, feeling their slimy bodies, watching them creep. I vividly remember trying to scrub the slime off of my hands before dinner.
*When I was ten, my sister Jenni and I had this thing where I would sing Michael Jackson songs while she danced out in the back yard. For some reason we thought this was incredibly fun.
*Disneyland. Of course. We went every year until I was ten. Going on the Matterhorn for the first time was a revelation. I was also always deeply fascinated by the tombstones in front of the haunted mansion–so intrigued by antiquity and death. Just like a writer should be.
*By far our favorite thing in life was when our cousins, Adam and Travis and Asia Moore, came to visit us in the summer. They lived in Antioch California, and we anticipated their visit with quivering excitement every year. We loved being with them. It was really sad, though, because a lot of years they would either not want to come because of social anxiety or not stay very long because their parents would make them leave earlier than expected, and we were often left feeling abandoned and deeply disappointed. BUT, whenever they did come and stay we had such a freaking good time. We’d play chase through the entire house and yard, complete with special passwords and alliances and teams and stuff. It was such a blast. And every year, at the end, they’d say “I didn’t really want to come at first, but this was awesome. We’ll remember how much we loved this next year.” And by the next year, they’d always have forgotten.
*Going out to my Grandpa Mousley’s shop in his garage in Morgan Hill, CA where he made violins as a hobby. It was so fascinating to watch him work.
*Okay, so this is going to comprise most of the joy of my childhood: when I was seven, my Grandma Weed saved enough from her close-to-minimum wage salary to buy us a Nintendo Entertainment System for Christmas. That thing changed our lives. We loved it. We spent hours and hours logging time on the classics: Mario Bros, Zelda, Dr. Mario, Contra, Final Fantasy, etc. It was probably the thing we Weed kids–most especially my brother Chris and I–loved most in life, and we were always focused on it. We’d ask permission to play the second we got home, and our happiness or devastation hinged on being allowed to grab a game, blow into the cartridge, plug in a controller, and press “power.” I have tons of fun memories playing that thing with my siblings and friends. That little box brought me a lot of joy.
*One of my favorite things ever was going to pet stores. I was fascinated by all the animals–mostly the reptiles. Over the course of my child I owned: hermit crabs, lizards, frogs, and a dog named Peaches. Good ol’ Peaches. I got her for Christmas when I was in first grade. She died on my mission. She was a good dog. I still miss her.
All right. So, so, so sorry if this was boring. I hope that answered the question well enough, though. Thanks for asking a question that didn’t have to do with sexual orientation! It was really refreshing, and was way fun to reminisce.
In closing, here are some pics from my childhood: