when we were kids my nana took us to the port for some reason.. probably to shop, as i think she used to ( and still does ) like shopping there for the atmosphere.. anyway there are bridges there ( going over the ocean, obviously ) and i have a vivid memory of us walking over a long one one day and when we looked down into the water we could see all these jellyfish floating around in an ocean that seemed like an awfully long drop away..

this is one of the reasons i don’t swim in the ocean, the other three reasons involve me once kicking a jellyfish at another section of the adelaide coastline; losing my bikini top in the water during a school trip to the beach at 14; & a certain spielberg film *shudder*

i dreamed about walking over that bridge this morning, except i was on my own and the water didn’t seem nearly as far away, or the traffic as loud, or the jellyfish as threatening, but i still woke up with my heart pounding.. i think what was worse was that in the dream i got across the bridge & went to see my mom & told her all about it, and she told me i was making it up, which is very close to a lot of the times i told my mom about things as a kid.. i think actually when i told my mom about the real incident of the jellyfish & the bridge she didn’t believe me either, or about the jellyfish i kicked in the ocean..

anyway that wasn’t my point, my point was that i asked cat if he remembered the jellyfish and the bridge, and he said it was one of his most vivid childhood memories.. and hearing ( well, reading really as we chat on msn ^-^ ) that made me feel really close to my brother.. it’s special to know that out of all the amazingly good and totally awful times in our childhoods one thing that sticks out is an ordinary day back in the 80s when our nana took us for a walk across a filthy bridge in a dull suburb of a boring city..

i’ll have to check with pox to see if he remembers it at all, even tho he would’ve been so young, and will maybe ask my nana about it too..

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:: sidenote ::

in regards to my mother not believing a lot of the things i said as a kid ( and to be honest, a lot of what comes out of my mouth to this day ) i should point out that i did lie a lot, so i wouldn’t have believed me most of the time either..

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tho she did believe me when i told her i was communicating with an alien named zedon from the planet shrubperoot when i was around 7yrs old.. no, really.. which i hope says a lot more about her than it does about me..