I've had a surreal night with my Mother, here in Chicago. It's been really fun, but, ultimately, I'm just trying to find a place to smoke right now where the sirens won't go off.
We pinpointed places that we'd been together. Together. She was nearly 30. I was a baby. I don't remember.
And then we pinpointed a place where Dad had fucked up the first time, not the last time, and we all went dilly dally.
And then she pointed out the building where I got the "photo" shoots for my session as a 6-month old auditioning for the Shout commercial that I never got because I was "too bald" and didn't have the abundence of red curly hair that my rival had.
Shit.
Fuck to that.
And then, we sat, looking out over the Chicago skyline, reminiscing. That's a good word. When it's true. We did. We did it to its fullest degree.
And she looked at the Sears Tower and said, "Remember the time that I took you up there, you could have only been about 4, or so, and we went to the top, and I MADE you stand on the edge and look downwards. You cried.
And I said, 'Diana, it's only glass!'
You were only 4."
My whole life, I thought that was my father that did that.
27 years of false memories.
Not sad. But funny.
Life is fucking hilarious.
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That's crazy about remembering it differently. And I once didn't get the part of Little Orphan Annie because, well, first of all because I can't sing, but second of all because, like you, I'm not a redhead. Haha. Stupid kid shit.
That's funny...redheads may have been our demise at a young age. And yes, it's so weird when you remember stuff differently. It's also weird how big everything seemed when you were little...I saw my old houses in Chicago and they looked tiny...I wonder how many other childhood memories I have totally screwed up in my head?
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