Peel Away The Layers - @Studio30Plus Prompt

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 bowel movements my friends and I would spend our summers hanging out at the local beach. We'd hang out, being cool, drinking Cokes and smoking cigarettes, swimming and sunbathing all day.

Well one day I'd taken a little too much sun and my back soon turned into one huge blistering, festering mess. I don't recall the pain but I do remember it was itchy as hell. Talk about peeling away the layers, I did so literally as I constantly scratched and picked at one layer of skin and then another and another. Things were so bad my mother had to finally get the vacuum cleaner to clean up my bedroom floor. But Mom, what about my back?

It's amazing the memories we recall when we start to peel away the layers of our minds, isn't it?

My Back Pages - November

I know, I know, I know I should have reported in before now. But sometimes real life just gets in the way. I attempted 5 books in November. I say attempted because I slapped a big DNF (did not finish) on Neal Stephenson's Cryptonomicon. I just can't seem to get into this guy. It's the second or third of his I've given up on, Not so the other four, starting with a biography of Stephen Stills called Change Partners. This followed by a hilarious biography of the guy responsible for National Lampoon called A Stupid and Futile Gesture - How Doug Kenney and National Lampoon Changed Comedy Forever. I ended the month reading yet another biography, this one of the man behind Rolling Stone magazine,. It was called Sticky Fingers: The Life and Times of Jann Wenner and Rolling Stone Magazine. A fascinating read. So last month I hit the magic number 50 I'd imagined for myself back in January. If I roll this month into my yearly total I'm at 54 books. And I still hav...

The Polka Dot Door

A long time ago, when I was 22, my first child was born. That kid grew up on a little Canadian kid's show called Polka Dot Door, produced by the TV Ontario network. And Dad, more often than not, sat through those shows with his little one. Nine or so years later when a brother, and a year after that when a sister came along number one son was moving on to Knight Rider and The Dukes of Hazzard. But there was a nice overlap where his siblings picked up where he had left off with Polka Dot Door. And Dad was right there to welcome them. So you're looking at a Polka Dot Door veteran. The show began in 1971 and ran to 1993. I didn't watch the full run but I did get in my fair share. The formula was pretty simple. A young male and female host, which seemed to change every week, sang songs, told stories, made crafts and generally did their best stimulate little brains. The show opened as follows... Imagination Day! Oh boy! ...

30 Days of Photos III #4 Sour

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