True Confessions
Childhood
When I was a child of five or six years old I idolized Hop a
Long Cassidy. I had my horse, actually
my bike, and a white cowgirl hat. One
day, instead of watching Hop a Long, the family watched a show that might have
been Twilight Zone. All I remember is
the hero was blind and yet could “see” with his mind. He didn’t run into furniture or get hit by
cars.
This seemed an awesome talent to have. Could anyone have this talent? I ran a test on myself. I put on my white cowgirl hat and hopped on
my bike, closed my eyes and promptly ran into a clothesline pole and fell off
my bike. Theory tested and disproved!
Teen years
I tested another theory: since my mom can’t drive a car, she
can’t go looking for me. At thirteen years
old this was a wonderful revelation. Rode
my horse, ah bike, fifteen miles across Sunnyvale, CA to Stevens Creek Park,
and spent the day with friends there and rode home about seven hours later.
I didn’t quite make it home when there’s mom two footing it
around the corner, madder than Hades.
Theory tested and disproved, moms will search for you even if they don’t
have a car. And believe me, seven hours
with friends at a park, not worth the punishment meted out by mom!
Adult
I have no theories that I’ve tested as an adult. But I do have a true confession; I’ve
developed an addiction of sorts. I love
watching live courtroom drama. Not the
Judge Judy kind, but the murder trials.
I make sure I have lunch around twelve o’clock and turn on HLN and watch
the lawyers and the witnesses, etc. It’s
so interesting. Court t.v. is research,
isn’t it? For writing? That’s what I’m saying, and I’m sticking to
it.
Do you have any childhood theories you tested out? Do you enjoy live courtroom t.v.?
