The Friday Five...

[fajrdrako]

What was...

1. ...your first grade teacher's name?

Mrs. Wilson. (Only we called it 'grade one'; 'first grade' always sounds odd to me.) This was at Hilson Avenue Public School.


2. ...your favorite Saturday morning cartoon?

Topcat.


3. ...the name of your very first best friend?

Gary Sparks.


4. ...your favorite breakfast cereal?

I don't remember eating breakfast cereal as a kid. I probably did; but I don't recall a favourite.


5. ...your favorite thing to do after school?

Hanging out in my tree house, or climbing trees, or reading comics or books.

Comments

[monsieureden.livejournal.com]

"Hanging out in my tree house, or climbing trees, or reading comics or books."

We so would've been friends... if we'd grown up in the same country and I was born a generation earlier.

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

Hey, we're friends anyway - we're just not six. But that's okay. It would have been nice to know you at six, if we managed to both be six at the same time, but it's okay now too.... Even if we don't have any trees to climb. We have Johnny Depp and Lymond and art. It's a good trade. (I didn't have them at six!)

[monsieureden.livejournal.com]

Yeah, and we're not climbing trees together. Le sigh. I'm sure it would've been nice to have known all Dunnett readers at six, and to have - of course - BEEN a Dunnett reader at six. Hmm.

Yes, Johnny is a fantastic trade, as is Lymond, Niccolo, art, etc. I definitely didn't have them at six. All I knew of men at six was my father and the older next door neighbor that used to throw darts at my swimming pool, to whom I promptly threw naked Barbies in return.

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

I'm sure it would've been nice to have known all Dunnett readers at six, and to have - of course - BEEN a Dunnett reader at six.

Nice at least to have known potential reasers of Dunnett at six - people who would grow up to be Dunnett readers.

whom I promptly threw naked Barbies in return.

Sounds like a fair trade there! I hope everyone's aim was bad.

[monsieureden.livejournal.com]

His darts frequently busted our inner tubes. He was much bigger than I was, so naked barbies was a more metaphorical way of getting back at him, without the possibility of physically encountering him. I also wrote long and evil notes (ah, a writer even back then) threatening him, and left them on his door, unsigned. Of course it seems he had a crush on me.

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

The notes were a good touch. Ah, fences and neighbours and the adventures we can have with them! at any age.

[monsieureden.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I used to use every curse word I knew in those notes. It seemed so evil at the time.

I feel like climbing a fence now.

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

It seems to me there ought to be good fanfic here somewhere in the concepts of neighbours, fences, curses and feuds, but I can't quite think what....

[monsieureden.livejournal.com]

Huh, I believe you are right. Just let the genius sink in, it'll come to you.