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tentacleduck) wrote2018-12-16 09:59 am
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Today I woke up and thought about a folding cup. Maybe it was a leftover memory from a dream, maybe it came from the thoughts I'm having about my family and childhood because of the upcoming holidays.
There was a folding cup that was important during my childhood. It belonged to my grandpa. He keept it hidden close to spring in a small moor area close to our home. He often took my siblings and me and sometimes other friends for walks there. When we came to the spring he got out the cup and we all could drink. There was a paved area around the spring, but close by was an especially swampy patch where we used to dare each other to stick our feet in. My grandpa let us do it but always keept an attentive eye on us.
A lot of great childhood memories are connected to my maternal grandpa. Probably because he died when I was twelve. He did not live long enough to see me questioning religion, turning to feminism, coming out as lesbian and later as bi. I can go on to believe that he would have stayed the same kind, liberal, and open minded man I remember from my childhood.
There was a folding cup that was important during my childhood. It belonged to my grandpa. He keept it hidden close to spring in a small moor area close to our home. He often took my siblings and me and sometimes other friends for walks there. When we came to the spring he got out the cup and we all could drink. There was a paved area around the spring, but close by was an especially swampy patch where we used to dare each other to stick our feet in. My grandpa let us do it but always keept an attentive eye on us.
A lot of great childhood memories are connected to my maternal grandpa. Probably because he died when I was twelve. He did not live long enough to see me questioning religion, turning to feminism, coming out as lesbian and later as bi. I can go on to believe that he would have stayed the same kind, liberal, and open minded man I remember from my childhood.
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When I told my dad (he was about 70 at the time) that his grandson was now his granddaughter, he took it completely in his stride, immediately started calling her by her new name and never looked back. (my mum was a different story, but she got there eventually)