unlike some of today’s neurotic/ADD/masochistic parents, during my summer vacations as a child, i didn’t take soccer, ballet, gymnastics, tap, swimming, tennis, voice, cheer. i took the obligatory weekly piano lessons but come on, i’m asian.
once in a while, i would slather on baby oil from head to toe and fry outside for 10 minutes before critical dehydration and hallucination set in and crawl back inside. of course my mom would leave us math/english lessons from teaching books to finish while my parents were at work. we found the answers hid away in her closet – took 3 minutes, done. my siblings and i watched tv for 6 straight hours behind closed curtains to conserve the airconditioning that protected us from the ferocious san fernando valley sun. if we fell asleep while watching 3 hours of cartoons, fine. if we ate dig ’em smacks for lunch, cool. if we wore the same thing for 5 straight days, whatever. when my mom came home from work, we’d shield our eyes from the blinding harsh sunlight coming from the open door. Continue reading