WANA Friday: Hide-and-Seek and a Turtleduck Press Announcement

Welcome to another installment of WANA Friday! It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these, so just to refresh your memory, here’s how it works. Participating bloggers all do a post on a common topic, keeping it short and sweet so readers can go blog-hopping and read everyone’s different takes. You can read my previous WANA Friday posts here.

This week’s topic is:

Share an early childhood memory, or a photo that brings back a memory of childhood or family.

But before we get there, I have a special Turtleduck Press announcement…

Best of Turtleduck Press, Vol. 1

This summer marks three years since the inception of Turtleduck Press. To celebrate, we’ve put together a sampler anthology featuring our very best stories (and one poem) from our first three years.

Because TDP is a co-op press, “best” was determined by voting from our members, and arranged by the head editor — me. So we have three SF&F short stories (one by yours truly!), one poem, and a teaser from our next novel, coming in December.

More info, including BUY links, can be found here.

If you like what you see, and you write SF or F, won’t you think about joining us?

Now, back to your (ir)regularly scheduled programming.

I had to really wrack my brain for a childhood memory. Not that I couldn’t think of any! I wanted one as early as possible, but a lot of what I could recall came from my tween years, or was too vague to date, or was a conglomeration of a lot of different times — like all the family camping trips we took to the Rockies…I have a pretty good sense of what they were like generally, but precious few specific memories from a single incident.

But here’s a specific event that I know happened around age 6, give or take a year.

My younger sister and I are playing hide-and-seek with our dad in a treed area behind our house. It’s not exactly wild, just an urban park with a small area of bush, but to us it’s a forest.

One of us girls is It. The other sister is found quickly. But we can’t find our dad anywhere, no matter how we search.

When our confusion starts to turn to panic, we hear his voice calling out to us. But we still can’t find him…until he says, “Look up here.”

He’s in a tree, a thick-trunked leafy tree with almost a platform between the branches, above the level of our heads. We’d never thought to look up.

He helps us climb up and sit in the tree with him, exhilarated at having found a secret spot.

And that marks the beginning of our tree-climbing phase. Not long after, we move away, but our new neighbourhood has other parks and other trees to hide in and to climb. Much later, we discover rock-climbing…but that’s another story.

Other childhood memories shared this week (check back for new additions to this list!):

That’s it for now. See you next week!

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13 responses to “WANA Friday: Hide-and-Seek and a Turtleduck Press Announcement

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  2. That’s a cool memory, Siri. It reads like a scene from a movie. 🙂

  3. We were tree climbers, too. What fun that was. We didn’t have any modern plastic toys or electronic gadjets, so we had to invent our own games and fun. That worked!

  4. Thanks, Ellen!

    Janice, same here…I didn’t grow up with a computer, and our TV was rarely used. Instead, we had lots of make-believe, and epic tales acted out with dolls and Lego figurines…is it any wonder I became a writer?

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  7. We were never much into climbing trees, but there’s a big evergreen in my backyard now. The rule for my kids was always, “You can only climb as high as you can get down without help.”
    When he was younger, my son managed to get pretty danged high…

  8. Liv, sounds like a good rule. Hope your son didn’t give you too many grey hairs on the way up (or down)!

  9. I remember getting stuck up in a tree. A mulberry tree. I had and still have a fear of heights. We lived on a farm and I wanted my brothers to get my dad to get the front loader to get me out of the tree. But they wouldn’t call him. They just climbed past me, higher up and told me to go down whenever I felt like it. I finally did get down and I quit climbing trees. I did do a rope course once though and I was quite proud of myself 🙂

  10. Great memory! I loved climbing trees as a kid and would often climb into the giant oak tree in my backyard and read books, while spying on people through the cover of the leaves 🙂

  11. Suzanne, how terrifying…no wonder you quit. Good on you for conquering your fear to do a rope course, though!

    Kim, I never did find the perfect tree for reading (and spying), though I sure looked. Lucky you!

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