I remember and this started when I was 9 to 12 years old, if I did my math homework subpar i was able to go with my father when he wasn't drinking his self silly that he would take me to see the neighborhood Christmas lights! From past remembrance day to the New Year's Eve we would walk around looking at the Christmas light in the trio neighborhood area of Almonte Ontario, that was where I lived for 28 years. Well when I went to see the Christmas lights it was a real treat and a half to be honest with you! It was my happy land, if you would! Not the stipulation was that I was supposed to do my math homework but couldn't always do it correctly so if I did it halfway correctly or some par I was able to go and see the Christmas lights with my father father! As we went out it would be like the gay pride parade rainbow for me as I saw all the different colours that make up the beautiful rainbow! Now some houses were overtly decorated and some not so decorated I loved the one's that were overly decorated and I was able to enjoy the colourful spectacle but my father liked the more modest looking x-mas decorated houses! I did not understand why at the time! Still don't!
I guess some people have more Christmas spirit in them than other people! I was when to decorate overly if you know me on a very personal level that very few people would see; I have a lot of stuff in my room....copious amounts of dvds and books and music and musical instruments! Some where in that room in my group home you will see that I have a steel tounge drum!
I guess I would be the zealous decorators that I saw as a child and would decorate my house to hell and back! They why I loved it as a kid! In the fifth grade I remember going to the helipad at the local hospital, Almonte general hospital near the (still is) the emergency department I would see this blazing red star over the er! I would with my father look at this spectacle after doing an hours with of stargazing and seeing different Christmas decorating that night!
I was staring catatonically, obsessively at the star over the er, that I lost track of time....
"Come on Elena," (that's my legal name) he would say! "It's beyond your bed time and you have school!"
"Dang it!" I would say as I went back to the house! At that time I could not swear nor use anatomical terms. ( this day I swear but don't use anatomical terms that people would say and make a doctor blush)
That night I remember it was very close to Christmas and I was sleeping in despite going to school the next day! I was going to be late but I did not care at that time! One I have ADHD and two crappy subject matter except for science and art! Science was fun and so was art! Math was a fart..... to me!
I remember at the end of the year 1999 to 2000 that we had year books! Under my name:
" there will be no math today if she has her way!"
Which I found funny and hilarious at the time but, still applies to this day! I remember that one or many winter nights were my father and would see the Christmas light and look at the with aww! As you can tell I still hate math!
Makes me feel good to remember these memories about seeing the Christmas lights with my father at a certain time in my life. It was very interesting to see the Christmas lights. I just wanted to remember those for what it was and what I had to say about it, that being said, I still hate math. It wasn’t exactly my favourite subject in school nor was it my strongest suit! Still isn’t as gauging my nose ring and I did so I thought it was an eight gauge, and it turned out to be four or two gauge in my nose, and it turned out that that was what it was and I got in trouble for it. that’s an example of how bad I am with math.
I still cannot do math this day even though I have IQ 196 that’s the only number I know other than 2+2 = 4, but that is very sad to tell the truth that I cannot seem to wrap my head around this subject. it’s something I was never able to do. It was a traumatic thing for me in school to go through the math so when I remember my father taking me to see the Christmas lights it was to, reward me on attempting to do the math homework at least ! being said, I don’t really remember very much about the mass, but I remember seeing the Christmas lights and normal stargazing at the same time depending on the weather I like stargazing the most if you know why look at the title of this book and you’ll find out why I like stargazing I am a star seed and I’m not very good at math ! That being said, I’m writing person and art person to be honest with you. I’m more creative than logical never was Logical to begin with my father thought I was logical and tell me to use my left side of my brain, which was an impossible for him because he ended up getting kicked in the goodies On more than one occasion telling me that I’m smarter than a cry about something and then the next thing you know wham, he got it! If it is one thing, I would say not to kick your father in the goodies, no matter how aggravating the guy is. He was never always that aggravating when I was a younger kid, but when I became a teenager and adult, he was a pain in my ass, causing me a lot of issues and I would always get them more. It hurts. I’m not happy to say that, but he was starting to be a abusive person, and I was not afraid to kick him where it hurt the most because I am a feminist. I know I should believe that all genders are Equal, but when you go and actually start being abusive, then you end up, deciding you’re not of any gender you’re just a little kid who acts like a fool and should be treated as when you’re abusive ! And I’ll tell you after Christmas lights the last time we saw the Christmas lights and I ended up starting my monthly! That he was increasingly abusive emotionally and was neglectful as well emotionally as well. I found that he was not as good of a person as I thought he was so that being said, I am glad he is out of my life. I am not happy that he has dementia because no one deserves that demonic illness! Literally, I think that’s why he became abusive emotionally was because of his dementia. It was the early stages. He was not acting himself. The real him was a nice man but not so real he was saying you’re better than that. You were loser and stuff like that which is not a good way to start handling a young girl that being said or any kid for that matter or getting a fight with your wife I.e my mother.
I don’t take an abusive anyone kindly and he was not exception!
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