hopelessstar

So.. I guess it's time for me to actually post the twenty things I was tagged for, or at least start it. Some of these probably won't be so intersting, because I have other things on my mind.

1. When I was five years old, I was in the south of France with my grandparents, their best friends, and my mother. I hardly ever saw my mother because she was on a mid-life crisis kick of being a power lifter and every time we checked in to a hotel in another city, she would actually go out and search until she could find a gym. She spent most of her time in every city in gyms. I was mostly with my grandfather. One day, we were out to lunch with his friend and I suddenly decided that I wanted ice cream. So, my grandfather gets up from the table, takes me by the hand, leaves his best friend behind, and takes me to get ice cream. By the time we had come back, my grandfather's food was cold, and I wasn't even interested in mine. My grandfather wasn't upset in the least. I've remembered this since then.

2. There was a period of at least six months after that trip where I wanted nothing more in life than to be Marie Antoinette. At five years old, my goal in life was to be a beheaded French despot.

3. I've always had a taste for blood and violence. In preschool, a boy tagged me too hard in a game of tag during P.E. and I went looking on the field for the biggest rock I could find, which I then threw at his head. He needed stitches and if I had hit him a little lower, it would have blinded him.

4. For years, I was physically frightened of lobsters after a mishap at a family dinner where a relative was snapping lobset claws at my cousin and myself.

5. I can't sleep without some kind of a noise in the room. At the very least, I have to be able to hear a loud AC unit. I prefer a TV turned low, or some music.

6. When I was young, I had a cat named Cleo. There are three things about Cleo.
a. Once, she broke a vase. Knocked it right off the table and shattered it into pieces. I thought my mom was going to make me get rid of her because it was an important vase that she really liked and I was very young. I took the blame for it. I wasn't going to be allowed to go to the county faire. My mom eventually took me aside and told me that she knew it had been the cat. I got to go to the faire.
b. Also, this cat had it out for me. I was very allergic to her, so she would wait until my mother went to sleep at night to crawl into my room and sleep on my face, suffocating me. Almost every night, my mom would have to come in and move her.
c. Cleo wasn't spayed when she was a kitten. Until we did spay her, she would actively try to fuck everything when she was in heat.

7. I was in my house in South Miami during Hurricane Andrew. My great-grandmother, my mother and I were in her walk in closet. The roof came off the house, and a sliding glass door outside the room had come out of it's track. Before the storm was over, my mother was holding the door of the closet shut. During the storm, my grandparents called us from Europe 33 times. I was happy when the storm was over, because I could see the sky from the closet.

8. Up until I was about eight, I could speak Hebrew as well as I could speak English. I then was put in a Hebrew class that was not sufficiently advanced, and started reading more books. My English excelled, my Hebrew suffered.

9. My parents divorced when I was very young. Often, I would go out with my mother, grandmother and uncle. People would assume that my uncle was my father and my mother was my aunt.
Now, I more often hear that I look more like my mother, though I still resemble my uncle more strongly, but sometimes people think my grandmother and my mother are sisters. My mom hates it.

10. My very first "crush" was on a family friend's son. One christmas, he stole a plush lion that his older brother had had since he was a baby and gave it to me. To this day, I still have it.

[And I'm gonna break after the first ten, so I can think up the next ten and try to branch to more interesting topics.]