The Early Years
Copyright© 2012 by JPM
Chapter 3
I remember easily making friends at 9 years old.
Harland Drive. Springfield, Virginia.
I forget the number of our home.
Years ago I could still recall our telephone number as mom made sure we all knew it by heart.
I'm not sure why those numbers won't pop in for me. I am a numbers freak. I will glance at numbers and can easily recount them hours later. A phone number. A license plate number off of another vehicle.
My therapist had a little test to do with determining my level of anxiety/depression. Starting at 100, counting backwards by 7's. I started doing so, then realized she wanted me to do it out loud. I had already gotten down to 65 when I realized. Duh. I then did it out loud and she moved on to the next little test. A random word recall.
A color, a fruit, a season of the year, another color, an animal. I am also a word nutt. I love reading and breaking down words.
Reminds me of those spelling bee's we always had in school. I would get so excited because that was my element. Saying a word and then spelling it out.
I mentioned the go-karts we were all building that summer. The street behind us actually started at the top of our street. The development was Rolling Hill. And the hill that street went down was a little kids dream. We learned to build brakes on those little carts. No one was allowed to start a ride if they didn't have some way of slowing down or stopping.
I know this was the year I became scared of spiders.
We had woods everywhere in our neighborhood. And some of the spiders hanging out in those woods were monstrous to a little boy of 9.
Plastic models. I was introduced the year before and now it was a passion. Aircraft Carriers. Tanks. The latest Automobiles. Oh how I fell in love with the Pontiac GTO that year. I received the model at Christmas. I was great with glue. I had learned to use as little as needed and thus had less of a mess. Painting. Well, that was another story. But eventually I learned not to put it on so thick. LOL.
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