nonamedufus

While watching the idiot box the other night I saw a cute commercial for milk that talks about the silly things we did when we were younger and don't do now...but we still drink milk, Well, I'm the opposite. I stopped drinking milk ages ago but I still do silly things. But it got me thinking about silly things I did as a kid and as I started to peel away the layers of my failing mind some memories made me laugh. I must have been three or four years of age and I recall I had a serious constipation problem. My trips to the john for a number 2 were few and far between. Instead, every once and awhile when I could no longer hold it in I'd drop little poop pellets behind the couch in the living room where, I thought, no one would ever find them. I was an only child up until I was seven. If only my brothers had been born sooner or I'd had a rabbit I could have blamed it on one of them. Years later, in my early teens, by which time I'd learned the value of regular...

When I was a kid I had a grandfather everyone called C.B. The "C" stood for Clarence. I don't know what the "B" stood for. I have only pleasant memories of the man. After all it was a long time ago. He was married to my mother's mom. And he wasn't my mom's paternal father. He married my grandmother, Rita, after my mom's dad had passed away. C.B. used to babysit me. We lived in the suburb of Scarborough. Both my mom and dad worked in downtown Toronto. On our street the houses were mostly all the same. "Strawberry boxes" I remember my dad saying in reference to the squat look of the three-bedroom bungalows that lined the street. A street we used to play in year round since there wasn't a whole lot of traffic. We played baseball in the summer using the sewer lid as home plate and garbage pail tops and somebody's jacket for bases. And of course we played hockey in the winter but we used a tennis ball instead of a puck. It hurt...