Tag: Childhood
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The Simple Life
As most of you know, I’m weird. So I’m sure it wouldn’t surprise you to know that when I was younger, I had a strange obsession with small spaces and shall we say, “survival” adventures. I would pack a small backpack with some essentials (Snack Packs, Ring Pops, my portable DVD player…) and find a…
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Childhood Throwback Part Threeeeeeee…
From when I first could form semi-intelligible words until I was about ten I did a strange thing. Whenever I was focused or concentrating on something, I would emit a sound that sounded like, “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” I was basically the human equivalent of a smoke detector you can’t get to turn off, no matter how many…
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The Castle that Built Me
I must admit, I haven’t been on top of writing lately. Not just because I’ve been busy with work, but also because I’ve been in an un-funny funk of late. Then I realized, it doesn’t really matter what tone my posts are. One of the many freedoms of not having a wide readership. What I…
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Childhood Throwback Part II
Obviously I wrote this one before someone actually agreed to date me (I’m as shocked as you are): “Everyone does weird shit when they’re a little kid and don’t know any better. Or even when they do know better and just choose to rebel against society’s (their parent/guardian’s rules). Seriously, EVERYONE does. So don’t try…
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Childhood Throwback (Little Emily was an A-Hole) Part I
Over the last couple of years, I have written little snippets here and there about my childhood and what a weird arse-hole I was. I don’t really know why, maybe it was therapeutic? Also it makes present me feel better about myself, because no matter how awkward and messed up my life is now, at least…
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Throwback #3: Insomnia and Lord of the Rings
I’m one of those pesky millennials who tends to do things based on what feels right in the moment without giving much thought to the consequences. Which is why, when I came home from my night shift at Library #1, I stuffed my face with leftover birthday cake and washed it down with the rest…
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Nine Signs You Might Be a Cop’s Kid
You spent your childhood hiding behind hay bales while a search and rescue dog followed your scent on toilet paper and tried to find you. Except he took so long you ate the dog treat that was supposed to be his reward. It didn’t taste nearly as good as it smelled. You like to kill…
Babbling Brooks 