by Anease Lacaze

Created on: October 11, 2008

I was an angelic child, with a demon-like streak. Now, I can look back and see the two distinct sides of my personality. One being the sweet, girly side that always did what she was told, the other was ornery, and always on the run. My curious nature brought me home on several occasions covered in mud, blood or both. I am a tad high-strung, and I have certainly been that way since birth. I am, and have always been completely insatiable. Consequently, I was on a constant search for new adventures, or just something to do. "I'm bored" was muttered under my breath on a daily basis, and I meant it. Everything bored me to tears after awhile. As a result of my incessant discontent, my brother and I would often invent games or challenges for ourselves. I rather enjoy remembering some of our more ridiculous ideas; I am pretty sure many of them would constitute child abuse today, but we were just having fun.

I think perhaps I was meant to be a magician. I enjoyed being restrained just to see if I could get loose. My dad would tie my brother and me up, and together at times. Each time the knots got more intricate, but I prevailed time after time. I can remember flailing about, straining to get loose. I flipped around like a fish, squirming all over the room. Just imagine what an outsider would have thought about our "game." After awhile, I convinced my dad that a more exciting version of the game had occurred to me. "We can tie you up!" I exclaimed. We were never very good at tying knots however; he got loose each time, and with speed.

We lived in an apartment during my early childhood. In the hallway, was a row of three doors. On one particular day, I thought of a great new idea. I came into the living room with a few rolls of masking tape. My dad worked in construction, so we had tons of tape in the house. After a session of begging, my dad positioned me on the bathroom door; I stood on a stool while he taped away. He taped and taped and taped until I was nearly completely covered in masking tape. I do not remember being afraid of falling off the door, but I can remember wondering if the tape was going to hold. To my amazement, it did! There I hung, like dry cleaning hanging over the top of the door. I giggled as I swung back and forth on the door. What I fantastic idea this was! I loved every minute, and if I remember correctly, my laughing eventually brought me to the ground with a thud. The tape slowly tore and gave way under the weight of my shaking and laughing.

I miss those days; being bored was boring. But I truly appreciate my creativity and my ability to create games and fun for myself. Too bad I can't find someone to tape me to a door now

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