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Journey Back to my Childhood: Part 1

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sunEdltye

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Ok, first off, let me explain something....this is all completely real. Nothing is made up, I promise you that. While in BL chat I had this idea...an idea to go back to where I grew up and find the emotions and feelings I'd get out of it. I figured it'd be great to put into a story or poem or song, so basically I have a project. Tonight I'm going to go back to where I use to play as a kid (10 or so years ago) and see what happens. I have a few places that I know I'll goto, where lots of history exists and I'll also wander and hopefully recal old spots I forgot.
This is my pre-post to the whole thing, so you wont find anything groundbreaking in this. I confess, that I will be stoned while experiancing this, maybe to help ease the tension or maybe to be more creative...dunno yet. I hope you bring some of my happy memories to you guys so it might envoke memories you use to have. I also will not shy away from the bad memories, which are always abundent in child hoods.
My excitement for this idea is un- describably. I hope you open many doors and explore many realms. All I ask from you is a minute of your time to view a lifetime of mine
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Peace and good Karma,
Evan
 
Ok, i got everything prepared and ready to go. Tonight I shall come back with hopefully poems, songs, stories, and other junk from my head. I narrowed my spots down to:
1. Where my grandma use to live before she moved. I use to come to her house every day after school while she baby sat me. I have tons of memories their.
2. The neighborhood where my friends use to live in. I havent been in there in years, so it'd be really interesting to see how it looks. It's also across from the street of my elementary school.
3. The second neighborhood that me and my friends use to hang out in. It's also across the street from my elementary school.
Also, I have my inventory list, which I intend to have before I set out on my mission, that is:
1. Pipe with weed (given)
2. Note pad
3. ball point pen (never pencils)
4. lighter
5. Bidi's
Ok, I think i'm all set, hopefully I'll have some stuff to share by tomorrow. Here goes nothing!
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Evan
 
I have mad respect for anyone who faces their past and all the emotions in it... willingly and openly.
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Now I'm just sure of it... Evan, you are an awesome person sweetie. Looking forward to any words that you come up with hun. Don't rush them, just take your time wading through all the memories... I miss talking to you!!!!
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The space between the tears we cry, is the laughter that keeps us coming back for more.
 
i live in perth, western australia.
however, i grew up in melbourne, on the other side of the continent. i went back to the old neighbourhood a few months ago, after 15 years.
whooaaaaa. emotions? you betcha. i never thought of writing about it, but i tell you, remembering that pre-pubescent kid as he was back then, and knowing myself as i do today did make me whistful for a couple of days at least.
 
Well Evan, according to my philisophical belifs (Nietzsche's) any one who can face their past, with the notion of eternal reoccurence taking place, will become the ubermensche. A superman capable of reliving all of their experiences good or bad with no reservations. This is why I think your project here is so amazing. Capture your past and relive it in all its beauty and uglyness. Best of luck to ya bro! I am truly looking foward to hearing about what you find.
 
This poem/piece is dedicated to everyone that has been in my life, but most important three woman in my life. Cherub, Dagny, and poezante: your words have inspired me to share, and your love has sparked a being in me I never experianced before. With all of my heart, thank you.
Setting: It was one of those days. Not a cloud in the sky. The big, blue ocean in the sky. The trees were a little shy, but the life around me was flowing.
Prelude (written in my car at home)
This I shall embark apon, envoking my thoughts and wonder. Take me away, take me back 6 years of my life ago. For my childhood calls to me...take me back.
Overture (Grandma's House)
Just as I remembered it...best cooking in town. I came here after school...my refuge to life. So much TV did I watch...damn, I had no life
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The Spa
I forgot her name, but for the whole summer I wanted nothing more than to fuck her. I never even seen a naked girl. I loved summer...and I still dont remember her name.
Ants
They tasted
Spicey-
Like they
Were Salsa.
But that never
Stopped me
From eating
Ants.
The Janitors Sheds Wall
One summer day I asked a girl if she believed in love at first sight. She paused, then examined me and replied, "No."
Fortress of Unsolitude
It's a science really....
Not so much of a
thing, but an action. Our secret
hide out was just that.
Bushes draiping over us,
smothering me with funny
smalls. The only key to
Keeping a fort is to keep it
Secret. Or else you'll get
In trouble...like me.
The Dream (leaving)
This place was a
Wonderland. Such eerie
Happiness, such wonders. With
A sky of purple haze
And silver clouds. This
Was my utopia. Leaving
Utopia is like leaving
Air, but we all have to
Leave someday.
(part 2)
Entre'Act
The park, school, friends houses.
Memories galore with more nights of tasty blue.
Mike
"Hey Mike, stop peeing in the bushes!"
"Shut up!"
Mike was my best friend,
My walking home buddy.
Now he's in rehab.
Stay strong friend.
34 Agusta Street
We egged that house good. It was like a house with toilet paper garments. Poor kid that lived there, his only crime was being a nerd.
Tiffany
Tiffany, my first love. 2 years I had a crush on you, and 2 years we were friends. Long Golden Hair,
Cute freckles.
Your pureness was beautiful,
And so were you.
Left Behind, Turned Around
I'm sorry they left you, your
"friends". I'll stay with you, I
wont leave you. Friends are suppose
To stay behind if you
Fall, that's why I need new friends.
Popularity us to be an
Issue, but I learned to live
Without it. Goodbye.
Part 3
Finale (Across from school)
At your house, I was
Introduced to the blacklight.
A lifestyle I never seen before.
Pulp fiction, deep pools, and
Rock and Roll.
I loved hanging out at your house.
Nights Long Passed
A sky so deep, my
Mind so empty. I didnt care
About work or essays or
Drama. I just cared about
The people around me.
Stars. Lots of Stars.
Never stop looking at the Stars....
The End
Evan
7-9-01
 
It is amazing our memories of the past our our own to share or to keep secret in the hiding places of our heart.
Thank you first for sharing a peice of your inner soul and the past which is brought forward for others to remember as memories,, keeps the past alive and hope for the future.
Simplicity at it's best is when silently we have dealt with the idea that memories are to be ours alone to be cherished.
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" Stay with me just for today and let your soul come rest for a minute. "
" Stay out of my whippit"
 
what i shall say is what i have always said before... bravo, evan, simply excellent.
 
Thank you for all of the glimpses inside, the windows you open for us to see through. You come to know people only by the things that they choose to tell you, the sides of themselves that they let you see. There are people that I interact with daily, whom I hardly know at all. But the person you are comes through in your writing Evan.. and it's so honest and wonderful. Talk to you soon.
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The space between the tears we cry, is the laughter that keeps us coming back for more.
 
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