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the story of an invisible girl
Back when I really was a "littleone"
Time to share some random childhood stories that wandered their way into my mind today.

I don't remember learning about death - but my mom remembers, and has told me this story. We were in the Post Office, mailing Christmas presents to out-of-town relatives. I was maybe four? Five? My mom's father had died that year. Standing in the endless pre-Christmas Post Office line, I asked her, "Why aren't we sending Grandpa a present?" My mom attempted (probably again) to explain that death means you'll never see them again...and all of a sudden I comprehended loss and grief, and with a child's openness I started crying. Bawling, wailing loudly, right there in the post office, in the middle of a huge crowd.

Don't worry, the second story is less sad.

I don't remember this one either, but my grandmother (paternal one) told it to me. It was summertime. She was in town visiting my family, and was heading back to the airport to fly home. At the same time, my family was flying to Indiana to visit my maternal grandmother. I was perhaps a year older; I'm not sure. My maternal grandmother used to live in a little town called Santa Claus, Indiana. I don't know how the town got its name, but it had a sweet little "Christmas all year round" theme to it.

Well, the whole family was on a parking-lot bus, heading to the airport after having parked our car. A man on the bus was trying to make friendly conversation with me. "Where are you off to?", he asked me. "Santa Claus," I told him. He gave me a patronizing smile. Remember I was only around five years old. "It's the middle of summer, you're probably not really going to visit Santa Claus, are you?"

I fixed him an annoyed stare. I quite possibly did the little-girl-hands-on-the-hips thing. "We're going to Santa Claus," I chastened him firmly. As I understand the story, he didn't say anything more to any of us for the rest of the ride!

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From: ladynotatramp Date: March 27th, 2002 03:56 am (UTC) (Link)
Great stories. I love little girl stories, they're always so much fun. Mum always tells me the following stories:

When I was about 3 or 4, I had REALLY blonde and curly hair - the adorable arent you cute type. People used to photograph me all the time, and for a while I was a model for a famous english newspaper (The Mirror). Anyway I had high hopes of growing up to be a hairdresser and of course the only way to become amazing at it was to practise. So I cute a massive chunk out of the front of my hair. I obviously decided I didn't like it much, and maybe I'd get in trouble, so I just picked up the heap and put it back on top of my head. I went to see my mum and grandma and they wet themselves laughing that I thought it would all stick back on again. Sad though because I had to have all my hair cut off to match the length I'd chopped that chunk out of, and now dont have lovely curly hair - boo!

The next time my grandma was over (she lived in Ireland), I was desperate to show off my skills on the swing. I got her to push me for a bit and then spent the next 20 minutes swinging as high as I could trying to impress her. Obviously this must have been very boring so as soon as she saw I wasn't looking, she snuck back up to the house to have a cup of tea with my mum. I stormed up, with a look of thunder on my face and my hands wedged firmly on my hips, and shouted "AS SOON AS MY BACK WAS TURNED...!"

Then of course was the period when I learnt to use a potty and insisted on showing the postman my efforts every morning... *cringe*
guingel From: guingel Date: March 27th, 2002 03:58 am (UTC) (Link)
hehehe. you told him to sit down!

the first one was sad. :-/ for a long time, my aunt was telling my cousin that when people died, they'd "gone to Florida". When the neighbor's dog died. . . "Where's Fluffy??" "Fluffy's gone to Florida, honey" O.o
My granma died when I was 12, so, you know, I understood what was going on.

I think I read about the town of Santa Claus in an American Girl magazine. (an old one, I haven't been getting them for a little while, so I don't remember that well) I know they did this thing about towns with weird names, and I'm almost positive one of them was Santa Claus, and was in Indiana.
jathomas From: jathomas Date: April 5th, 2002 06:25 am (UTC) (Link)

You have unleashed... a CHEESEBOT!

Hhaahaha!!! We're going to see SANTA CLAUS!

That's so great... Top quality! You get a Cheesebot!
renniekins From: renniekins Date: April 5th, 2002 09:01 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: You have unleashed... a CHEESEBOT!

Wow....cool! I've never had a Cheesebot before. Thanks!
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