Post by G A G A on Nov 23, 2007 15:43:20 GMT -5
The house had burnt down. Was it Candi’s fault for not looking after it? Who knows? Her old family home was in ashes, the memories gone by trapped. Oh well. No point crying over it. The memories were pretty vague anyways. They were good, but everything seems good when your 3 ft doesn’t it. She had blown off Scott to come and see this. In a way she was glad. She hadn’t been in love for quite a while, so she wasn’t looking forward to the rocky acceptance from him. A box of her stuff had been left in front of the dump. There was lots of crap in there. Toys, Books, Video’s and her diary. She flicked through everything, but nothing exciting came to light. She fingered through her diary, and the memories came flooding back. A smile spread over her face as she noticed an entry regarding women’s wrestling. She had changed a lot, but she was curious to know if her views had. She studied the first sentence readily as she sat on the rusty old bench on the overgrown lawn basking in the sunlight:
21 June 1996
I had always liked the bond girls as a younger child. They were sexy, alluring and independent. Glamour was a big part of my childhood. I’d often jump at the chance to visit a dollar store or garage sale hunting down clothes, scarves and jewellery. I’d then go outside and run around, with one of my brother’s toy guns in my hand, desperate to re-enact the adventures of Bond’s women. It was my two brothers Jamie and Billy that had inducted me into the world of wrestling. They’d grab me, pin me down and perform a crossface on me. Or any other submission for that matter. I’d scream but my mom would never listen. Too busy banging another of my “Special Uncles”. Ugh, how pathetic. I started to watch the wrestling with them. I noticed that women wrestled too. Sherri Martel, The Fabulous Moolah, Luna Vachon, Rockin’ Robin and so many more. I studied their mannerisms carefully. The way they moved, the way they thought. I was soon copying them. Me and my brothers set up a small ring outside, made of old mattresses my mom had worn out, garden hoses and long thick poles. We had a blast sparring and I soon improved. But my mom stopped all that after a couple of years. She got ill after he boob job had gone wrong, so was pretty down in the dumps. She destroyed the ring so she could install a hot tub in its place….We moved soon after that, and I was sent to boarding school…………Poor old me huh?
Candi felt a pang of anguish in her heart. She snapped the diary shut. She couldn’t read on. All of the people in the diary, save herself, were gone. What was the point of remembering? Causes after you’ve played the memories out, you have to deal with how depressing it is now. She tossed it in the box, and shoved it in her car. She stopped to have one last look at the ruins. She could almost hear the laughs and screams of the past. But it was just some leaves blowing. She shimmied into her car shutting out the past. It was time to move on. The present was more important, and she had to think of herself. She pulled out of the drive and was gone……….
A house has faded its stone gone away, crumbled down to the ground
But the memories live on, for ever and always
As time passes away
The Scene re-enacts
The motions of times gone by
For Ever And Always I’ll Love You, My Home You Always Shall Be.
21 June 1996
I had always liked the bond girls as a younger child. They were sexy, alluring and independent. Glamour was a big part of my childhood. I’d often jump at the chance to visit a dollar store or garage sale hunting down clothes, scarves and jewellery. I’d then go outside and run around, with one of my brother’s toy guns in my hand, desperate to re-enact the adventures of Bond’s women. It was my two brothers Jamie and Billy that had inducted me into the world of wrestling. They’d grab me, pin me down and perform a crossface on me. Or any other submission for that matter. I’d scream but my mom would never listen. Too busy banging another of my “Special Uncles”. Ugh, how pathetic. I started to watch the wrestling with them. I noticed that women wrestled too. Sherri Martel, The Fabulous Moolah, Luna Vachon, Rockin’ Robin and so many more. I studied their mannerisms carefully. The way they moved, the way they thought. I was soon copying them. Me and my brothers set up a small ring outside, made of old mattresses my mom had worn out, garden hoses and long thick poles. We had a blast sparring and I soon improved. But my mom stopped all that after a couple of years. She got ill after he boob job had gone wrong, so was pretty down in the dumps. She destroyed the ring so she could install a hot tub in its place….We moved soon after that, and I was sent to boarding school…………Poor old me huh?
Candi felt a pang of anguish in her heart. She snapped the diary shut. She couldn’t read on. All of the people in the diary, save herself, were gone. What was the point of remembering? Causes after you’ve played the memories out, you have to deal with how depressing it is now. She tossed it in the box, and shoved it in her car. She stopped to have one last look at the ruins. She could almost hear the laughs and screams of the past. But it was just some leaves blowing. She shimmied into her car shutting out the past. It was time to move on. The present was more important, and she had to think of herself. She pulled out of the drive and was gone……….
A house has faded its stone gone away, crumbled down to the ground
But the memories live on, for ever and always
As time passes away
The Scene re-enacts
The motions of times gone by
For Ever And Always I’ll Love You, My Home You Always Shall Be.
