Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: childhood memories

Quacks Like Book, Looks Like a Book, Must Be…

Daily writing prompt
Do you remember your favorite book from childhood?

The name of it; no. The gist of what it was about; a bit. Actually, I just did a 10 minute Google search and found it, surprisingly enough. I typed in ‘children’s books from the 90’s featuring a monster’. It was called ‘Go Away, Big Green Monster!’ It was the very first book that I was ever able to read by myself.

From what I can remember, it wasn’t all that great or mindblowing of a book. I guess it will always hold a special place in my literary heart due to the fact that it was the book that I learned to read with. It is the book the opened up an entire universe of imagination and hallucination through the art of words.

I read ‘Go Away, Big Green Monster!’ multiple times, almost every night for a period of my childhood. I think it was a bit of a pride thing, like one of those things that kids tend to do on repeat when they’ve accomplished something and the adults in their life make a big deal of it, even though later in life it becomes one of those mundane aspects that no one really cares all that much about. My parents did, in fact, make quite a big deal of it. They were always very supportive and encouraging of those little milestones, and I believe after I was finally able to read my first book by myself we went out and got cake.

I mean, it was not entirely just because of me being able to read a book for the first time. It also happened to be my birthday as well, but I kinda just remember it as being a celebration of my ability to read, or at least that’s how I want to remember it as, and in a way I suppose I’ve been trying to recapture that feeling ever since.

Granted, I don’t even know if I’d go so far as to say that ‘Go Away, Big Green Monster!’ was my favorite childhood book. I’m sure there were plenty others that I enjoyed reading more when I was younger. But for whatever reason, that book stood out, so I guess in my nostalgic-addled mind I decided to write about it. Oh well…

Youth Camping Spent Smoking

incremental moments spent watching words stream by

on banners teasing the night

with promises of getting lighter;

darker, mixed with chocolate and vegan marshmallows so no one feels isolated

yet everyone feels a little disappointed

when it rains out plans of roughing it

in the neighbor’s backyard pool while they vacation in Istanbul,

smoking weed to pass life’s drug test so we don’t fail

at being narcs on the screen

binge watching Finding Nemo at twice its normal speed

stuck inside for the foreseeable future, while pretending we know German,

though probably speaking nonsense to a night not so unremarkable

yet memorable for being the first time we got to second base with the same girl

for different reasons,

at different times

and still feeling the same afterwards,

like substitute adults in bad costumes at

a Halloween party far off in the future,

now

wishing we still ate candy rather than burping suds

of yeast and malt fermenting within

while screaming to get out

for one more pool party as teens to feel

the thrill of getting to second base at the same time

for different reasons

when the pool party gets rained out arbitrarily in the middle of August

yet another time

as mermaids swim naked as we stroll by

casually, not too desperate, but in complete despair,

finding out that after school specials seem a lot cooler when it’s reality

missed

gliding through astroturf rubbing areas raw

that should never be touched, but there, on the horizon

we will find out soon enough