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…
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!):
- Ellen Gregory remembers being read to around a campfire
- Janice Heck remembers listening to scary stories told by her cousins
- Liv Rancourt remembers growing up with three other sisters
That’s it for now. See you next week!