Not a poem; a writing; not necessarily a good writing; undeniably creative writing; not prose (more amature than pro); little fact and little fiction; lotta fun.
Whilst growing up, in body more than mind, mind you, I lived in an attic converted bedroom with my two brothers at my grandma's house. The house was built in the early 1930s and insulation was not the norm. Needless to say, in the winter the bedroom became quite cold which led to many improvisations for a youngster in an effort to fight off the cold. Somewhere back then, not sure where, but could not have been on TV cause we did not have one, maybe it was at the skulehouse, I learned about heat and it's properties especially in the gaseous form. From this learning I deducted that I needed to sleep on the top bunk in order to be as warm as possible under those graven conditions. So, determined to get the best of this artic fight, I set out making a plan to get myself assigned to a top bunk in the room. After much deliberation (a word I couldn't speel then), I presented grandma with a grand scheme of a plan indicating the pros and cons of getting to sleep on the top bunk. She took my BIG plan and said she would take it under consideration, which I took as "just forget it". However, much to my surprise later that night I heard a loud comotion coming from downstairs in the parlor. I sneaked down to see what all the noise was about, just in time to see my grandfather rolling around on the floor holding his sides and laughing uncontrolably. Mind you, this was many years before we learned what ROFLMAO was all about. My grandma was trying desperately to get him calmed down so as not to awaken us, like she really thought we'd be asleep upstaris in the north pole. Finally, I heard her ask him why he was laughing so hard and my wee little heart was broken when I heard his tearfull reply "we ain't got no bunk beds upstairs". BTW double negatives back then were like double dutch, ya didn't dare say a word or it would double your trouble. Needless to say, I was shattered because I had put all that hard work into doing my research and devising such a magnificent plan. Determined not to let all that new inforation go to waste I looked around my cold attic room to see how I could put it to good use. Mind you, cold as it was and being upstairs and all, it still was a good room by low poverty level standards (I actually thought we was rich; fodder for more recollections) and contained several pieces of furniture in addition to our non bunked beds. I looked down toward the end of the room, not that I had a choice because it was the only part I could see from my cold bed in the cold attic room in grandma's cold house and I noticed our bookshelf which contained all of our books (3 Bibles (KJV of course), a set of Funk & Wagonall's) and a couple of whatnots. The longer I looked and as the frost began to melt on my eyebrows, I noticed a tiny little World Globe what my uncle (the one what had to take medication to control his disease that we weren't to ever talk about) had bought for us once whilst away in Alaska. Not sure what he was doing in Alaska, but grandma once indicated he was in a real state and trying to sell property anywhere he could. Also heard grandpa say something about him and buy polar so that must be why he was up there. Mind you. it was out of date with less than 50 states on it, yes I could count that high, and it had a weird pink bird with long legs on it right below Georgia. But, it was our pride and joy cause you could spin it around an imagine that you lived anywhere in the world and dream of not sleeping in a cold bed in a cold attic room in grandma's house. Seeing how much I treasured this globe and taking into consideration all this new fangled knowledge I had and the temperature slowly dropping by the minute, I had the bright idea that if I could not be sleeping in a top bunk up next to the ceiling where I learned the most heat was cause we didn't have no bunk beds, the next best thing I could do was protect my treasured little globe. So, I got out of my cold bed in the cold attic room walked across the cold attic floor and placed my treasuered globe on the top shelf where it could stay warm even if I could not. Yepper, that was my first experience with global warming and it brings a warm glow to my heart now just thinking about it. I would give you my opinion of todays issues with global warming, but I find the tears in my eyes are making finding the keys a little too much for me at the moment.
