Sweet Dreams

The dream I am writing about is a reoccurring one which went on every now and then between 6th and 7th grade. The dream would start out with me walking down a street and coming upon a graveyard. Once I arrive at the graveyard I would immediately begin walking through it with hedge stones passing on both sides of me and then, quite suddenly, the ghost of a wretched looking old woman would begin chasing me. She floated through the air growing ever closer to me until after running for a while I could see a house in the distance. It was an old sort of run down looking house with a fairly large front porch and every time I had this dream I would make it to the bottom of the steps to the porch and trip. As I lay on the ground the wretched old woman grabs my ankle and begins dragging me backward to the graveyard. Finally as I clawed at the ground trying to get away I would then awaken quite abruptly in my bed.

Big Wheelin' It

My memory tends to be a bit patchy but for as much as I can remember my earliest memory takes place when I was about four and a half years old in my hometown of Marlboro, MA on the street that ran in front of my house. I was playing out front of my house in the street on my Big Wheel tricycle (it wasn't a very heavily traveled street at the time) with my Papa and my mother when I decided to go to the end of the road (it was a culdesac) to see what was down there. When I got to the end I met a little girl, around the same age as me I'd guess, so I stopped my Big Wheel, to say hi or whatever a four year old does, and she ran up to me and kissed me! So, being a four year old boy I turned that Big Wheel around as fast as I could and booked it toward home, traumatized. Needless to say I no longer run from (most) girls that try to kiss me.