2 posts tagged “ceji as a kid”

What happened the first time you were left home alone as a child?
Submitted by Warhead.

What I remember most of all is the key. Mom took me to get a special keychain to wear around my neck and then took me to get the spare key made. We lived on a military base (and this was like 1989 or 1990) and my mom would wake me up in the morning, fix me breakfast and then go to work. I was responsible for walking to school and walking home by myself. I would let myself in the house like mom would do with her key and I felt super grown up.

Once I got home, it was all about Mr. Belvedere (not the vodka) and Three's Company reruns until Tiny Toons. I miss those shows!

But when mom came home, it was all about the homework. =(

My mom and I were talking about weird shit I used to do as a kid. "You always dressed...weird." she said. "Remember your Punky Brewster phase?"

Oh. My. Lord.

Yes. I wore my hair in pigtails. I wore torn jeans and mix matched clothing. I didn't even want to be Cherie, even though she dressed weird as hell. I was all about bright colors and "Punky Power!". Everyday after my mom would pick me up from Educare, we'd go home and at 6pm I'd eat a bowl of Crunch Berries and watch Punky Brewster. Good f'n times.

I also remember the day I stopped dressing like her. I had just been skipped ahead a grade and I walked into class. Everyone stared at me like I was a freak from Mars. No one would talk to me, because I was 1 to 2 years younger than everyone else and I also looked as if I had dressed at a garage sale in the dark. The only girl who would talk to me, Estephanie told me that the word out by the jungle gym was the reason why no one wanted to talk to me was because I dressed funny. I was totally shocked! Punky Brewster was cool! She was hip and independant and she had a tree house! But eventually, I went to my mom and asked her to take me shopping for new clothes. "No bright colors mom." I said. I still remember that. We went to Montgomery Ward's. But I wouldn't let her throw out the jeans she had made for me or my socks. I went back to school in my new clothes.

But underneath, as an act of rebellion I still had on brightly colored mix matched socks.