By which I mean, “Writer’s Backpedaling:”
Let it hereby be understood (in case you thought that, just because I have lots of early memories, it means that they are also accurate) that every Memory Monday post, but especially any “chapter” unpacking, is just my own child-memory of how any of these events went down. No one, least of all myself, is asserting that these are true down to the last detail.
For a minor example, getting screamed at in the play house in Kindergarten. Mrs C was a legitimately mean person (people outside my own head can attest to this), but considering no one in my family of origin ever raises their voice, my “yelling” threshold is much lower than most people’s.
Please consider yourselves “clarified.” Or, feel free to ask me questions if none of that made sense!
Then I’ll try and see if I can get that angry letter to Mrs C back before she gets it…
Haha. 😉
I consider anything that is slightly aggitated as yelling.
Yay! I’m not the only one!
(I’m not yelling.)
I KNOW RIGHT!
HEY BEN! YOU JUST POSTED MY 2000TH COMMENT! Get ready to get bitter: there are no prizes. But there ARE hearty congratulations.
I can’t believe that I had the honor of being the 2000th. Leave it to me to finally win something and that thing doesn’t have a prize. My bitter luck!
😉 Well, if it hadn’t been you, it would’ve been me. And it’s so much more meaningful this way. Heh . . .
I know right? It seems like every other comment made on my blog is mine….Weird.
SO weird. See? There it is again!
I agree. Comment 2004. Do I get a prize for that?
An existential one.
Does existential mean a million dollars?
Existentially, yes.
So I am an existential millionaire?
Sure.
(Are you trying for 3000th comment, too?)
As long as I get rich in some way.
You might wanna stop, then.
No more comments for you then….until next time I do one.
🙂