spinsterprivilege said: Yellow
7 facts about my childhood:
1. I was excited to have a little sister and was promised that I could help name her. To little 3 year-old me, the collie down the street was the prettiest thing in the world. Therefore, my sister, Amy, got her name from a neighborhood dog.
2. The excitement over being a big sister apparently wore off. At one point in my childhood, I pushed my infant sister down the stairs in her little bouncy thing (I really don’t think I was trying to kill her, I think I just thought it would be fun, like a roller coaster). I also got caught rubbing diaper rash ointment into her bald baby head.
3. My sister, cousin and I used to play Thriller, a game we created where we blared Michael Jackson’s Thriller from our tiny Fisher Price boombox while one of us took turns chasing the others around the perimeter of the house screaming.
4. I was a summer league swimmer for many years and probably could have competed like my sister did in high school and college but as I mentioned in the other ask, I became a disaffected youth and wanted nothing to do with extracurricular activities.
5. For a very, very brief period, I was a cheerleader in 6th grade. I was terrible.
6. I had both an acoustic and an electric guitar (along with a mini amp) and took guitar lessons from this aging hippie named Bob for about a year. He wanted me to practice my scales and I just wanted to play Megadeth (and later Pearl Jam). As with many other hobbies, I gave up.
7. My first concert was Bel Biv Devoe at the Charleston Civic Center. I think I was 12? Maybe 13. Keith Sweat and Monie Love opened and my friends and I were practically in the rafters. My dad took us and waited in the parents’ lounge that the Civic Center had set up (as he did with a couple other concerts after that, notably Metallica on the Black Album tour).