Tag Archives: childhood

Memories of Friendship: The Friend with the Sega

Last, but not least, it’s time I talked about my memories of friend C from elementary school.  This friend also had a very big house (I had the smallest house out of my friends; this is also the same friend who made fun of the fact that I had a small, blow-up pool in my backyard).  This house had some land around it, but not as much as friend A, but her neighborhood was very scenic, with a pond and a forest nearby. Continue reading Memories of Friendship: The Friend with the Sega

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Memories of Friendship: The Friend with the Uncrustables

Last time, I was reminiscing about the generically named friend A from elementary school.  For today’s post, we are now moving on to friend B.  This friend also had a large house, but it was one of many identical houses in a neighborhood where none of the backyards had any fences.  Like friend A, we spent a good deal of our time playing in the very large, but also very unfinished basement.  Unlike friend A, I never ate at this friend’s house because her mom only offered those weird Uncrustable sandwiches.  You know about those, right?  Those little round sandwiches that are supposed to eliminate bread crust, but which, instead, are surrounded by weird, hard bread that is even more unappealing than the crust had been. Continue reading Memories of Friendship: The Friend with the Uncrustables

Memories of Friendship: The Friend with the Pool

Many years back, when the Duck was in elementary school, I had three friends.  Though we got into plenty of arguments, I have many fond memories of our time together and decided to reminisce.  To protect their identities on this here Internet, they shall be referred to as friends A-C.  Since I don’t want this post to go too long, however, I’m going to break it into three.  Here we go… Continue reading Memories of Friendship: The Friend with the Pool

The Enchanted Forest: Several Years Too Late

Many years ago, in the late 90’s, when I was just a duckling, I would watch with fascination a certain stretch of road.  We didn’t come this way very often.  When we did, it was usually to visit the pet store or some other such place that wasn’t close to home.  And if I was paying attention, I would spot a certain king atop a sign, pointing the way to a little white castle nestled at the edge of the woods.  Nearby, the words “Enchanted Forest” were written plainly upon a large sign shaped to look like a big, red book. Continue reading The Enchanted Forest: Several Years Too Late

Listmas 2018: Lesser-Known Movies from my Ducklinghood

In recent weeks, the Duck has become quite focused on uncovering the identities of old movies I watched as a duckling.  You see, I have many fond memories of either borrowing movies from the library or renting them from the local VHS rental store.  And so, I’d like to list all the lesser known (basically, non-Disney) animated children’s movies I watched as a duckling.  Without further ado… Continue reading Listmas 2018: Lesser-Known Movies from my Ducklinghood

An Anecdote About an Essay

In the third state where I lived, I spent a relatively short span of time enjoying the friendship of someone who I often think about and of whom I have many fond memories.  These memories were comprised of afternoons spent playing video games at his house after school or the few classes we shared in middle school.  It is a memory of the latter variety that I would like to recount for you all today. Continue reading An Anecdote About an Essay

Don’t Pet the Emus

When I was a duckling and lived…in a certain location somewhere in the world, Mother Duck and I enjoyed visiting this one particular farm, the name of which I forgot.  This farm sold a bunch of baked goods and was also home to a petting zoo.  And kittens.  I remember, outside the petting zoo, there were sometimes a whole bunch of kittens.  They were the best part. Continue reading Don’t Pet the Emus

Tunnels in the Snow

It was many years ago, when the Duck was just the Duckling of Indeed, that I was, in fact, more akin to a mole than a humble waterfowl.  There was one winter in particular where the snow was absolutely ideal for a rather fun winter activity.  Rather than build snowducks, which seemed to be beyond my artistic abilities at the time, or engage in the act of sledding, a hobby that involves far more trudging up hills than actually zipping down icy slopes, the Duck enjoyed the wintery pastime of excavation. Continue reading Tunnels in the Snow

Memories from Ducklinghood: Trick or Treating

With Halloween edging ever closer, the Duck was struck with some memories of Halloweens past, back when I was a duckling and trick or treating was still a valid option for the spookiest night of the year.  There were several friends I would usually accompany while trick or treating, and since I lived in a larger neighborhood than them, they would usually visit me for the festivities.  I recall my friends always sporting better costumes than me, for all I was able to obtain were the silly kinds of things Wal-Mart usually had in stock.  I remember dressing as a bee and a ladybug during two of my years of Halloween-ing.  Mother Duck sometimes reminds me that, when I was super young, I dressed as a pirate.  So it would seem that my costumes got worse the older I got.  (If only I was adept at cosplay back then, such Halloween woes…Hallo-woes…could have been avoided.) Continue reading Memories from Ducklinghood: Trick or Treating