?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

and then enters... et_blackbird and jwpierceall

Welcome et_blackbird and jwpierceall,
i've been a bit lame lately and my posting has been a bit spotty but I've got a few good posts brewing that should come bursting out when i get enough time to write them.

I'm always amazed at the people who can keep quality post coming out everyday! itsolivia posts everyday even though she is in on vacation in Italy! "I make time for LJ," she says... I can barely get my act together enough to reply to comments!

Christopher Reeve-
If you asked me what I remember of living in the outskirts of Dayton Ohio, I would have three things to say. Catching bugs, leaning to swim, and superman flying backwards. My dad was the coolest man ever. He brought home a movie projector and the superman movie for us to watch in our little apartment and how he amazed my brother and I when he told us he could make Superman fly backwards. At four I barely knew how movies worked at all so it was truly amazing. I just thought of a fourth thing... my "Sharks! coloring book" Oh, how I loved that book... sadly I lost it before I could color in the hammer head sharks which were my favorites. I remember thinking my brother had something to do with the disappearance of it...

In The Walls - Stellastarr* - Stellastarr*

Comments

( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
et_blackbird
Oct. 12th, 2004 02:04 pm (UTC)
Nice to be welcomed, and welcome aboard yourself.

That's a beautiful memory. "Superman" is also one of my earliest positive memories, and the news has me feeling contemplative and reflective (in a non-mirrory way, of course).
ewe_2
Oct. 19th, 2004 12:25 pm (UTC)
Your brother sounds like my one younger brother.
I had a silver Buick wind up car. I cherished this car because I got it from an older guy I liked when I was a teen. It was made in Germany. The same size as a Corgi car. You wound it up. Flipped a switch and it would go in different formations. I looked for it one day and couldn't find it. I only found out years later my brother john traded it to a friend of his for some stupid thing. He would do things like that. He would take my model cars that I would build and roll them down Broad Street hill with a lit fire cracker inside. They would then blow apart.

Yes. He was the "good" son.

D
( 2 comments — Leave a comment )