ELEVEN

Sometimes I wish I had some kind of device that was permanently attached to me where I could chronicle my entire life. That way, I don't have to dig into the fuzzy memory bank in my brain, it would all be clear.

Of course, as we all know, history is fuzzy anyway when it is recalled by people. Even events that transpired a minute or so ago are changed when several different people tell their side of the story. Just ask anyone who was in a car accident, whooeee! Very different stories, right?

I remember as a little kid I was sitting in my dad's car with my three siblings. My dad had gone into a store and left us alone. This, of course, was a sign of the times. People weren't so paranoid about their kids that they wouldn't leave them by themselves. Anyway, we were all horsing around and playing, acting like we were driving the car and I reached up and grabbed what looked like an arm next to the wheel. Next thing you know, we were sliding down the street, watching as the car drifted down, finally banging into another car parked down the hill and poking a dent into its side. Obviously, my poor dad was not too pleased about that.

Because my dad was always working so much, I didn't really have a chance to talk to him or see him much. My mom also worked a bit, I think she was teaching Chinese or something at Seton Hall. So I was left to my own devices as a little kid. I remember wishing so much that I could have my mom and dad to myself. I remember my mom dropping off me and my sister at a movie theater and a lady would babysit us while we watched movies. I didn't like that very much as I would've rather have been with my mom. I would feel very lonely when she would leave. I think that's why I'm not very fond of movies in general, unless I'm with my family.