this assignment is incredibly late, i'm not going to try and downplay that. but i will say that it's late for a reason, i have no idea what the world i come from is like, i have no idea what the world i currently live in is like. i've been thinking for two weeks about this assignment, about how i would describe what i know, who i am, all that nostalgic junk, and i couldn't think of anything worth sharing. i know that i am five foot four, i know that my hair colour is constantly changing and that my eyes are somewhere between blue and green and grey and gold (again, something i am not entirely sure of). i know that my mothers first name is ellyn and that my (biological) fathers first name is gary. i've been thinking for a long time about the world i come from, and i could think of no logical way to explain it, maybe because it doesn't entirely make sense to me yet.
my childhood is chunks, from my perspective, chunks of what my brain chose to remember, of what i chose to remember, and portions that have been told to me that i accept as fact (all in no particular order). my parents were together 10 years before they had me, they were divorced almost exactly one year after i came into existence. i guess i was a little too much for them, as babies tend to be. my first memory is hurdling down a water slide face first, with an inflatable tube trailing behind me. my best guess is that my body was intended to be in said tube, which it obviously was not, first mistake, first memory. i must admit the ride was pretty fun, but the impact is what really sticks out in my mind, i burst out of the slide into a pool of water, blue is what i remember seeing, interrupted by the red flowing from a hole in my gums where one of my teeth had fallen out due to the impact of hitting my face on the edge of the slide as i, quite literally, erupted out. after that i saw nothing, i was knocked out for around 2 hours, i woke up in the backseat of a truck smelling strongly of tobacco, my father in the front seat and his second wife in the passengers seat, screaming at him.
i realize that story has absolutely nothing to do with the world i come from, but it is the first real experience i knew, my first memory, it must have shaped me in one way or another, right? i wish i had memories of happy days as a (smaller) child, unfortunately due to evolution, humans generally only remember the bad stuff, it sucks but it helps us survive.
so while this isn't the world i come from, and while this isn't as gracefully typed as i was hoping it to be, this is what i know, the very first thing i can recall, in the very best literary detail i can muster up. this is something that helped to shape me, this is the first portion of the world that i can honestly remember seeing. a very small portion of the world i came from.
my childhood is chunks, from my perspective, chunks of what my brain chose to remember, of what i chose to remember, and portions that have been told to me that i accept as fact (all in no particular order). my parents were together 10 years before they had me, they were divorced almost exactly one year after i came into existence. i guess i was a little too much for them, as babies tend to be. my first memory is hurdling down a water slide face first, with an inflatable tube trailing behind me. my best guess is that my body was intended to be in said tube, which it obviously was not, first mistake, first memory. i must admit the ride was pretty fun, but the impact is what really sticks out in my mind, i burst out of the slide into a pool of water, blue is what i remember seeing, interrupted by the red flowing from a hole in my gums where one of my teeth had fallen out due to the impact of hitting my face on the edge of the slide as i, quite literally, erupted out. after that i saw nothing, i was knocked out for around 2 hours, i woke up in the backseat of a truck smelling strongly of tobacco, my father in the front seat and his second wife in the passengers seat, screaming at him.
i realize that story has absolutely nothing to do with the world i come from, but it is the first real experience i knew, my first memory, it must have shaped me in one way or another, right? i wish i had memories of happy days as a (smaller) child, unfortunately due to evolution, humans generally only remember the bad stuff, it sucks but it helps us survive.
so while this isn't the world i come from, and while this isn't as gracefully typed as i was hoping it to be, this is what i know, the very first thing i can recall, in the very best literary detail i can muster up. this is something that helped to shape me, this is the first portion of the world that i can honestly remember seeing. a very small portion of the world i came from.