almost human... Nov 15, 2008 10:39:16 GMT -7
Post by dustbunny on Nov 15, 2008 10:39:16 GMT -7
“GO AS ALICE”
I guess a prologue is supposed to be dedicated to a creature or creatures who influence or support a writer. But what if everyone you meet during your life contributes in one way or another to life’s experiences. Do you list everyone? I think not.
Therefore, I dedicate this writing to everyday creatures, young and old, male and female who I have had the chance to meet, know, love and hate. Animals all have a story, some share it, some hide it and some live it…here’s mine.
GO ASK ALICE –“ when she’s 10 feet tall”
Autobiography by Dustbunny…
“Do you remember…do you recall” ~ Windy Town by Chris Rea from: “New Light Thru Old Windows”
It’s said that you can remember from a very early age, I’ve heard it’s as young as 1 year. I can’t remember anything before the age of about six and then it’s only sketchy bits and pieces. I remember pushing my brother Brent into the swimming pool one cold day just to see what would happen. Brent was 5 years younger than I and as I recall, I caught hell from my mother and rightly so.
I was the eldest boy and one of eight children who seldom got along for any extended period of time. Our home was in the middle of nowhere, a place called Ossian, NY which had a greater population of cows than people. We weren’t poor but we were far from rich and as families go, we went our own ways most of the time. Nancy was the oldest girl followed by Carolyn then myself, Brent, Mitchell, Roxanne, Tracy and finally Curtis. My father was Harlyn James Keough born in Brookville, PA in 1912 and my mother is Elva Lucile Willitt born in Birdsall, NY in 1919. My parents never talked about how they met or anything else personal for that matter and as naïve children, we never asked.
I spent my childhood doing what most rabbits my age did, I liked to walk and explore the woods behind our burrow and as I grew older my walks took me farther and farther from home. By the time I was 8 or 9, I would be gone all day and my walks would take me to the other side of my world, far from home. I would return by dark each night and with the time change in the spring, my walks would last another hour. I discovered new trails made by the deer and old abandoned houses far from any known roads. I would build dams in the streams out of wood and rocks and later at home, fashion a miniature water wheel, which I would later return to the dam and install. I must have been close to 10 when for my birthday, I got a red rocket that really flew. The day was uncharacteristically warm for November 10th because I wore a tee shirt outside to test fly the rocket, which had such a lasting impression on me.*****
should i write any more???