Return to Childhood

OK Victor said he was "disappointed" in my childhood story. So I thought I would sit down and really think of more and share it. Truth be known to me my childhood was boring. But I guess there were a few things that were different. The fact is I was a shy kid and had a bit of an identify issue. Being half black and half native American I felt like I stood out (even tho I didn't). I remember once my fatter showed up at my school damn near in full native attire and I just remember kids looking at me like WTF is he. I didn't want to admit this big tall giant of a man was my daddy. Even tho all the female teachers were losing there natural damn minds over him. (hehehe I just remembered that) Well, Because of that and the BIGGEST fact of my grandmother keeping me sheltered I did some things to try to back out of my shyness, or so to speak. Once I did a "Barbie" puppet show, yeah you heard me. Once I gathered my Barbie collection and the one Ken doll and took them to school along with my self made puppet stage and have a puppet show at school in front of my whole class. It was funny, and I think everyone thought I was the biggest damn Geek at my school because of it. I also remember role playing, or should I say role acting. I use to have Disney Soundtrack Records. Seriously, there was Cinderella, Snow White, The Jungle Book, Peter Pan, etc. I would "act out" what the characters on the soundtrack were saying and doing. I would mimic the words and gestures and dance along with the music. (YESSSSS I KNOWWWWWWW). I remember when my grandmother's boss insisted she see "Fiddler on he roof" and take me with her. She gave my grandmother two tickets to this beautiful theatre in Santa Monica. I remember being dressed up and sitting down in this amazing place with all these nice well to do Jewish people, but I didn't feel out of place. They were all very nice and spoke and asked me if I were enjoying the movie during the intermission. YES, it really had an intermission, this allowed my grandmother to go get me a small bag of pop corn and a small coke for me. I really liked the film, it is to this day one of my favorites. I asked my grandmother to buy the sound track to it. And yes soon I was singing "match maker match maker find me a match" right along with those little Jewish hopefuls. Now another funny is me getting my hair combed. That was an adventure in our house. My cousins Gerrie (yes there was a Gerry, Gloria, Dolores, Bobby and my mother (my grandmother raised me my mother lives with us briefly when I grew up). All have to bribe me to let them comb my hair. I would hide the comb in varies places around the house and after 45 Min's to an hour of them looking for it they would give up and bribe me to give it to them. I was very "tender headed" at that time so they had to make promises of sweets (and make good on it) to make me show them where the comb was for them to do my hair. LOL unlike now with me being damn near bald. When I was a kid my hair was very very long, it hurt so badly for them to comb it I made them work for the privilege of doing so. I remember once my cousin Gloria promised me Ice Cream to get the comb. I got the comb she combed it and the that BITCH didn't get my Ice Cream when the Ice Cream man came by ringing his bell on the street. Once my grandmother got home I told on Gloria's ass and my grandmother went OFF on her. She told her NO ONE and I do mean NO ONE!! lies to me for any reason. Needless to say Gloria's ass had to go get me a pint of chocolate ice cream before she went to bed and I ate my ice cream smackingly in front of her ass. rofl she was always a dumb bitch!!