I remember sleeping over at my Grandma's house...

Whenever we would make the trip to Calgary, we would sleep over at my Grandma B.'s house. She had a colour TV! She had a remote control! She had cable! We were in television-watching heaven. Whenever we wanted, we could go downstairs to her freezer and get a fudgecicle...she was always stocked up, and never said "No".

This memory centers around where I slept, though, in the basement. She would make up a bed on the couch down there, with the blankets like a hot dog bun, and me the hot dog. I'd pull the blankets over me and stare at the wallpaper. It was covered with cowboy scenes, western stuff...there were teepees, Indians, horses, lassoes. Where does one get this wallpaper? I'd love some wallpaper like that now! Sleeping down there, I often had dreams of gun-fights and sunsets...and I was always the hero, saving someone, usually my little sister, from the dastardly black-hatted cowboy. Yessir, I'd sure like some of that magic wallpaper in my house now.

2002-11-05 - 8:05 a.m.

I remember being able to fly. I'm not kidding. I think it is my earliest memory. We lived in Regina, Saskatchewan, in a little house with crystal doorknobs. I remember spreading my arms, lifting my feet, and catching the air. I would soar down the hallway and all through the house, watching the linoleum woosh past, and I could feel the air rushing under my belly.


Common sense tells me I am remembering something I imagined or dreamed, yet the memory is so vivid, the sensation is right there in my mind...it does make me wonder!