August 30, 2005

The Inner Child Pipes Up (Shut Up, You, and Get Back in the Hamper)


  • When I was 6, I discovered that some rocks taste salty. I used to walk around with a fistful of small pebbles in my mouth, just for the taste. I had my own personal salt lick; I used to store them under my bed and then re-suck them on the sly, whenever I had the opportunity. Then one day, I choked on one. After my dad saved my life, he thrashed me for having rocks in my mouth and I told him I didn’t know why I did it, I just wanted to see what they might taste like this one time. My twin sister, ever vigilant, sang like a bird: “Nuh-uh, she’s lying; she does it all the time! She has a huge pile of them under the bed!”
  • I don’t do it anymore; but sometimes I crave that salty cold taste and the way the quartz chipped the enamel off the inside of my baby teeth.
  • When I was in second grade, I was playing Marco Polo with a girl on the playground, and I intentionally went under and behind the slide so she’d run into it; I didn’t mean for her to run into it full-on, break her glasses, and bloody her nose. I guess I didn’t exactly think it through.
  • Also in second grade, I sometimes played all by myself on the playground, humming a little song and picking dandelions. I didn’t do it because I wanted to be alone. I did it so that my teachers would look at me and think about what a beautiful picture that was: "Awww, look at that. Spinning Girl picking flowers." Later on I learned that nobody was looking at me.
  • In third grade, Amy Campbell untied my wrap-around skirt so that when I stood up to return my tray, my skirt fell down and the whole cafeteria saw my little briefs with the assortment of colored mushrooms all over them (what in the seven levels of Hell were those all about?!?). At least, I always blamed her; but I was never really sure whether she did it, or if it just came untied on its own. Fuck you anyway, Amy Campbell!
  • Also in third grade, I got hauled out of the café by the meanest teacher in the whole school (I forget her name, but she was a bulldyke with a wicked right claw) because I laughed when she dropped her lunch tray. Laughed loudly. Guffawed, in fact, saying “it looks like she went potty on the floor!” The meal was “chopped chuck on mashed potatoes” and orange juice. Now you tell me, was I right? Yeah, I was right, goddam it.
  • In third grade, whenever we watched a movie, all the girls would sit in a line and we would all doodle on each others’ backs. Because it felt good, like getting your hair played with. The teacher let us do it and never said anything. What was that creepy touch-me shit? And why didn't we ever make it a circle, so the last girl didn't get gipped?
  • Third grade was a big year for me, I guess.
  • Also in third grade, Jenny and I confessed that we were each other’s best friend. Then we had an awkward silence so I said, “Well ... I guess we should kiss.” So we did. She had a huge pucker, way bigger than anyone in my family, who were the only people I had kissed so far in my tender young life. After that, we went back to playing in the big refrigerator-box playhouse and forgot all about it. I have no idea what happened to her after fourth grade.
  • In fourth grade, sometimes when we sat on the carpet during Story, I would find these little white pellets all over the floor. Some sort of rug freshener, maybe naphthalene? I ate them. They had a pleasant astringent quality to them. I don’t know what the fuck they were, and now I am worried that they might have given me cancer.

Thanks, Doctor, I feel much better. Can we get out of elementary school next week, maybe?

28 comments:

BadGod said...

Oh Spin Girl, you and your oral fixations are just neat.

Anywho..

I used to catch spiders and throw them at the teacher when she would come over to see what I was doing.

Maybe that's why I am immune to brown recluse spider bites. Seriously. I have bit before by one and nothing happened.

Snakes. I used to catch snakes when I was little. Big ol' honking Bull Snakes. Maybe that's why no one would play with me.

FRITZ said...

I put a bean up my nose when I was three. The doctor had to get it out.

I put a Barbie shoe up my nose when I was seven. The doctor had to get it out, also.

I had to go to speech therapy.

On the days I wasn't in speech therapy, I walked around the playground by myself, watching to make sure my feet pointed in the right direction, since I had bad knees and feet.

My best friend and I kissed in kindergarten and got in trouble. But we French kissed.

Childhood is tough.

Danius Maximus said...

conclusion: you were a mean salt addict. But at that age who wasn't? I remember in third grade I let two guys think they were my best friend and watched them fight for the honor at lunch one day...I don't have any rock memories though

ticharu said...

I'm all for regressing to childhood. It is a favorite subject. Did you ever eat paste? Whenever my kids ask me what I remember about kindergarden, I say, "the paste!"

Bobby said...

Welcome back from the literal zoo to the figurative zoo.

It's amazing with all of the things kids put into their mouths and survived. I think parents are too overprotective nowadays.

UberGoober said...

Personal Salt Lick, YEAH. When can you come to my house?

When I was young I spilled a whole bottle of Johnsons Baby Aspirin, and instead of putting them back into the bottle I ate them all. They had a nice Bitter Creamcicle kind of taste, do you remember those? I have no idea why I thought you could not put them back in the bottle. *shrug* Ah the immature brain... OMG I just spilled a whole jar of pickles, I have to go eat them all.

BYE!

Coz said...

Hey spinning girl! Thanks for checking out the blog, and as a good blogger should, im checking out yours. I almost feel somewhat responsible for making you remember/blog all of these awesome elementary era memories. But I guess I could never truly be sure of that.

-Coz

P.S. half of your face looks like a domo-kun... lets get married

JJ said...

When playing tag in third grade I grabbed a little blonde girl (probably you) by the arm and got this funny feeling in my stomach. From then on I got it whenever I touched her - I started playing a lot of tag.

On my second date with MLA I reached out to touch her arm and I felt that funny feeling again.

Hollywood Phony said...

spinning: LESBO! LESBO! LESBO!

speaking of that, fritz, david sedaris has a great story about how the speech therapy class was basically just a "gay de-programming" course at his school. funny shit.

Used Hack said...

Amy Campbell's a cunt!

Heather said...

In 2nd grade.. I peed on my best friend.

Yup.. I went to a private school that was designed very poorly.. and the playground across the school parking lot.. so you couldnt just go to the bathroom. You had to be escorted lest a car run you down.

SO I had to pee but I missed the pee train. So my teacher was like as soon as Ms. Cleets get back.. yes that was her name... so in the mean time my friend and I are playing spider on the swing.. remember that fun game when two girls got on the swings and then would grind their bodies against each other to make the swing go. and we never thought twice about it.

Anyway.. my friend wouldnt stop tickling me.. and I was like.. stop Im gonna pee my pants.. and she kept tickling me.. and I lost control of my bladder.. and since I was on top... it completely drenched her. And to make the story even better.. it was chapel day so we were both in dresses.

But she went around the playground telling EVERYONE what I had done.. and I was humiliated.. and I told everyone it wasnt pee.. I had just sweated really bad.

How smooth is that?

bsebyjvb

TinaPoPo said...

I used to take Smarties out of their package and tell people they were my medicine. I also ate baby aspirin as though it really were candy. Sometimes I still do. That stuff's delicious.

the captain said...

I used to sneak into my parents' meth lab when I was 7 and breathe the fumes. My hair turned green, but I smile a lot now. Ah, impetuous youth!

Lee Ann said...

I never tried rocks, who would have thought they tasted salty!?! :)

Sublime said...

I have taken hits of acid (in my younger days) that "didn't work" even though it was "good acid". More than once, for some reason it did not affect me at all, while my friends were tripping their asses off. Other times, it was just fine and did exactly like it was suppose to. I've always wondered what the hell happened during the times it didn't work and heard rumors that acid collects itself in your spine for long periods of time (like years and years). I'm waiting for it suddenly to "break loose" one day while I'm in church (or somewhere equally inappropriate for hallucinations) and start seeing tracers off of our minister.

BTW, Hollywood Phony - I LOVE that Sedaris book. And about his ticks was hilarious too.

Spinning Girl said...

I am getting the best comments from my innocent little post. Hollywood, do you think our little childhood explorations can be so easily categorized? I say nay. Like you never dry-humped your cousins. I am loving all this input, really. None of you ever change, OK?

Madge said...

Ummm, excuse me? I'm Amy Campbell and it was on purpose. Just kidding.

These are very sweet memories, and so is your photo.

I want more!!

Juliabohemian said...

whenever I went to the beach as a child (which was rare) on the way home I liked to lick my own skin because of the salty taste.

Once in the fifth grade we were playing flag football and I ran all the way across the field in the wrong direction and scored for the other team.

Monkey's Pathetic Human said...

Third grade was a big year. Why is that?

I used to touch my teachers knee, repeatedly. It looked like a ham wrapped tight in saran wrap, and I couldn't help myself.

Oral fixations are a gift. I sucked my thumb until I was 11.

kan said...

days I also care to forget...great memories!

The Whippy Curly Tails said...

Sounds like my house growing up..my brother--drank nose drops, stomach pumped, age 3...also liked to put things in his ears and nose, bits of spoonges and very little rocks...me, just spent time going with my mom & dad to the ER with my brother...can you tell he was the youngest!

Then there were the dog stories, sunflower seeds eaten, entire bag by the dog...well, you can guess...love your site!
=^..^=

Lindsey said...

In 1st grade I peed in my chair b/c my teacher said we weren't allowed to raise our hands to ask ANY quetions. My mom didn't have a car, so a teacher had to line her carseat with plastic bags and give me a ride home.

BadGod said...

I used to drool when I was a kid.

And by "used to" I mean now.

But I have a goatee so it catches most of it. Sometimes.

Sis B said...

Spinning, who knew your innocent little post could elicit so many memories from the rest of us?

I used to suck on my big toe. I loved how it tasted--a little salty, and somehow it always had a metallic flavor. I never wore shoes. I'm not sure when I gave up the toe-sucking thing (after age 10, at least), but I still try to avoid footwear.

And don't get me started on licking burnt matches... MMMMmmm... I think I might go do that now.

musie said...

LMFAO, that was a great post

good lord, do you still put everything in your mouth?!

everyone else is confessing....thinks back...

I remember trying one of the Bacon treats for dogs when i was seven cause my dog loved them so much, and let me tell you, "dogs dont know its not bacon" but i sure as heck did.

robmcj said...

When I was a kid I believed what I was told, about swimming pools having a special chemical that would turn purple if you peed in the water.

It was only recently that I discovered that it's not true. So now every time I swim I make up for lost time.

LBseahag said...

That was the best thing Ive read all day...

Amy Campbell....ha ha hah ha !!

maisymoo said...

I have my own Amy Campbell stories, I do! I'm a little surprised not to find my name in any of these elementary school tales! Funny, funny stuff.