Nicole's Memories

I remember babysitting 2-year-old triplets. Good lord, it's a miracle I ever had kids of my own!

I remember "working" at Hardees for a couple hours, as a reward for good behavior at school. My mom came in for lunch and I got to punch her order into the register. It was quite a thrill for a fourth grader.

I remember taking the SAT test in 6th grade (why? why?)

I remember the rumor that Richard Simmons broke down crying when trying to record the last song on one of his workout tapes.

I remember asking my mom to put my hair up in Princess Laya-like braided buns on the sides of my head. Luckily, she avoided doing it as much as she possibly could.

I remember thinking that I had fat calves (which I don't and never have.) That's pretty much the only body part I can ever remember being self-consious about.

I remember loving Christopher Pike books when I was in junior high.

I remember tossing my cats down the laundry chute.

I remember developing an old roll of film I found in a drawer. My specialty when I was young was taking lots of pictures which I didn't have enough money to develop. So I'd stick the roll of film in a drawer until years later, it was rediscovered. This particular roll of film was full of pictures of my cabbage patch kid and my cats dressed up in doll clothes.

I remember the play we did in high school where the girls & guys had to share a dressing room because the second one was used as the "jury room" (it was a courtroom drama, and audience members were pulled up to act as a jury.) There were plenty of "oops, I didn't know it was the girl's turn to be undressed!" accidents when we were getting into costume for that production.

I remember feeling very bold in college when I purchased the "Kama Sutra". Instead of it being risque` or obscene, it turned out to be a very poetic and very vague guide to the "lingam" and "yanni".

I remember showing up for a theater call one night wearing bright red underwear. In the second act of this play, I had to wear a very thin, gauzy white skirt, and I knew every single person in the audience would be able to see through it with such obnoxious underwear on. So I had to go to our (male) director and ask to use the phone to call my mom. He wanted to know why I had to use the phone before he'd let me, so I explained the situation. He rolled his eyes in one of those "too much information" looks similar to the ones men will give you if they see you with a box of tampons. My mom came to save the day with some benign underwear in a paper bag.

I rememeber the smell of the high school auditorium, and the rush of adrenaline I got when the curtain opened each night.

I remember Kevin and Winnie and "We've Got Tonight".

I remember having a bonfire at the State Park after my final shift at Chicago Dough. My boyfriend and I quit on the same day and enjoyed torching our uniforms.

I rememeber watching "Miami Vice" with my cousin.

I remember finding the collection of antique eyeglasses in my great-grandparent's attic. They must have had 10 or 15 pairs that all dated from 1900-1940s.

I remember my dad's homemade french fries.