Why? What is my problem? Beautiful days, one after another. Yet instead of taking a nice stroll in the park, I would rather work out in a smelly, hot gym. Please don't hate me for making such a pathetic statement.
Today while catching up on a few blogs, I visited my buddy Darryll over at All About The 1970s where in this Old-Fashioned Fishing post he talks about a love for the great outdoors. He reminisced about how kids back in the day didn't hole up with their Wii and enjoyed the fresh air and all that good stuff.
What went wrong with me? I loved riding my bike, roller skating in the park, making grass and stick forts for my Smurfs. Hell, I even had a tree house! Remember that post? I'll refresh your memory with the photo... See, look to the right--I am one with nature--and oh, how I loved that pink and white striped Healthtex shirt. It was my favorite! Anyway...
When I was a kid growing up on Long Island, I went to sleep-away camp every summer for three years. As I commented to Darryll, this was like a rite of passage for Long Island kids back then. Sure, I was afraid of non-existent bears (camp was on a beach, no bears!) but other than that, I didn't hate it. Oh wait, I hated the Jellyfish when we'd have open swim. Hmm... Maybe it was my age. By that time, I was 11 and preferred boys to bugs. In fact, here's some smut reading about my camp make out sessions. Again, so glad my mom doesn't follow.
Rewind to age 7 or 8, I loved ladybugs and ants. I would collect them in old pickle jars and make an entire home for them. My dad would help me hammer several nails in the jar lid to allow for proper ventilation. I would drop a luscious strawberry at the bottom of the jar as food.
I loved my buggies, as I called them. I loved them so much so, that I even risked expulsion from grammar school. If there was such a thing back in 1980. I recall carrying the bug jar into my second grade gym class-- the gym teacher totally freaked out on me. I was quickly instructed to leave my jar outside the building until school was out. Going forward, I was asked to please leave my ants and ladybugs home.
Every spring and summer I dread the bugs that always make their way into my bedroom. The intimidating smelly skunks that stalk our apartment building. The whole lot of it. BBQs and outdoor events and parties? No thanks, well I kinda like BBQs, but hate uninvited guests like flies, bees and wasps. I know, I know, each insect has a reason for existing. I get that. I'm just saying... Let me vent. Maybe I'm just having a bad week although it's only Tuesday.