Sep
Random Memories Of Pogs & Long Lost Brothers
Pogs. Who remembers pogs? Honestly? I was just sitting here on the couch (was like halfway through the previous post) when it suddenly hit me. Not provoked from the Tv or something I was reading or anything really. I just suddenly remembered when I was like 7 that I used to collect pogs. Little round things that are or were generally made out of cardboard with tv characters and such on them and they came with in a plastic tube. I remember I used to love ‘slammers’, I think they’re called. They’re metallic slightly thicker versions of pogs that are shiny with an iridescent tone to them. I think you slammed the slammers on another persons pogs and one them somehow.
It’s strange some of the random things we remember. I wonder why our sub-conscious brings these things to the front or if there even is a purpose? When I think about pogs though I get other memories. Something that’s a bit rare for me during that part of my life. I have huge memory blanks from my childhood that stem from neglect and mild abuse and though I don’t really want to know everything- I thought at one time that I did -I don’t. But I cherish some of these simple memories. The ones about ‘normal’ things.
Thinking about pogs makes me think about my brothers. I remember that my first slammer had belonged to one of them. I fell in love with the small shinny object instantly and started collecting more. It’s sad though, if I remember right the only reason I had the slammer was because I used to spend so much time in their room after they were gone, foster care, and all their belongings left behind.
I remember I used to go down there, their room was the entire basement, even though I don’t think I was supposed to. I’d turn on the old black radio and listen to music in Spanish and static or I’d turn on the old Tv and watch Gargoyles the cartoon. I stayed in there a lot after they were gone though I don’t remember why. It’s strange remembering things after the fact. As I look back I wonder if I even knew then.
I believe I can answer one of my previous questions though. Why my sub-conscious brought this memory forward. I’m 18 now and I finally have contact with both of my brothers again. It’s almost like first contact honestly as I was so little when last we were all together. They don’t talk to each other but we all managed to find each other around the same time. Merely months ago in fact. I know I really missed them when I was younger till I moved back in with my ‘mother’, those were long years or hollow thoughts but when I moved out of her house and into my friends suddenly they were all I ever wanted. I cried quite a bit a missed them fiercely. I’m still getting used to the fact that I have found them and that I have actual biological family. Maybe this random memory is my brains way of helping me cope. It’s interesting.
Muse of the moment: Still Ed in the same spot, and Kitten up in the cat tower tearing feathers out of an old toy.
