Years ago, I told a friend that I would never go on Facebook. If I wasn’t already talking to the people, I didn’t need to be interacting with them on Facebook. I said I’d only be interested in contacting people from elementary school and my old babysitter — people from before adolescence. These people represent pivotal parts of my early development memory data. Things got too complicated after adolescence.
I wanted to contact Margarita Fong, Yu Ching Wong and Suk Soo from P.S. 152 – and no, I didn’t go to school in China Town – I tell you that Suk Soo was rough. She didn’t speak English well, but mess with her you’d see — she’d take on an attack stance and yell in her heavily accented voice, “You talk! You talk!” You’d run right outta there! I would also like to contact Nina from kindergarten, Mary Lou, Zaida, David, and my fourth grade teacher Mrs. DePierro with the rotten teeth – though she’s gotta be dead now.
It was necessary for me to get immersed in social media to “market” Mean-Spirited Tales. So here I am on Facebook. I sent a couple of these people from the days of yore Facebook friend requests. I haven’t heard back. Except for my old babysitter and Mrs. DePierro, perchance they don’t recall me, as they were just babes themselves back then, and I’ve heard some people say they don’t remember anything before the age of ten.
That’s hard for me to believe since I have very early memories, though not as early as that guy who says he remembers coming out of his mother’s vagina – haha! I remember not being able to walk and I remember someone changing my diaper — they put Johnson & Johnson’s Baby Powder on my butt. Just after learning to walk, I waddled to my brother’s crib and snatched the pacifier out of his mouth. I guess the crib was low and I had a high reach.
It might just be that the folks I’ve reached out to haven’t been fortunate enough to recall such nascent gems. So I’ll just chalk the rejection off to “lack-of-memory-cognizance syndrome” and be done with it.