I suppose I am one who has led something of an interesting life.. (just like the curse eh?) I have been told several times, that I could fill the pages of a book with it all... don't know that it'd be worth much for reading but... lol XD
Anyway, I mentioned an iceberg tip to a friend, and she seemed quite entertained.. so I said I would post more here... in the occasional 'I remember' segments of my life. Bear in mind.. I colorize a bit to protect the guilty.. as well as the otherwise innocent. I don't much like the idea of family anger over one person's remembrance vs another... since people remember things differently, even if they are of the same event.
The beginnings of my life are apparently shrouded in a bit of a mystery. and although I certainly don't recall any of it, others claim to.. and everyone seems to have a different story to tell... from the wild, to the complete norm. Now, personally.. I consider it all a great and colorful story.. to the point that I don't really care if it is true or not... but somehow the stories continue to entertain.
When I was really little, still in my first set of training wands, There is a story I remember told to me by the great and grand poobah mugwump.. father of the great mugwump who raised me. Great and grand mugwump had a lot to say really.. he was a big guy, i remember.. and although he occasionally gave me a fright by magically sticking my little feet to the ceiling, I considered him to be someone I admired. One of the things he insisted upon, was that there was no such thing as a dark greenman in our family-line. (dark greenmen were.. like a cross between a neighboring islander and one from far away in the dark lands to the south.)
..and also, that there were enemies of our family, that were seeking to rewrite our family history from the books... making us drift into obscurity of untruth.
He said, there was a time when our family had possession of a large island off the coast of a yet larger island. and the name of it was attached to our own family name. but because our family was related to other more well-known families, who were embroiled in a sort of clan war with others... and lost an important battle, we had to leave our island.. and it was given into the hands of others.
He told me a tale of how, under pressure from our enemies, there was an idea hatched, that we would flee that land and send our people to 'the land of better opportunity'. (I wish only that I had been old enough or simply with-it enough to ask for details on this subject.. like dates and relation names!)
Somewhere in the middle of this.. a relative, fairly drunk in a pub, got into a tangled issue of 'cheating at cards' after a horse had traded hands. So the drunkard, fleeing possible death, took the horse and fled with it into the woods. Which is how my family came to live in that backwards wooded area that I remember growing into. (To a man who was old when I was there, to remember even 16 years.. can be a really long time!)
So.. the end result, so said he, was that I was one who was brought over in secret from our enemies, into the place I was to be 'born' into. which would make me like either 1st or 2nd generation.. depending on just when (or where?) I was born.
To continue in thought from this story, I attempted once, to look into it.. wondering if there was truth.. an odd thing how many people have, at least a copy of their birth papers... I have a copy of an old file paper which only lists name and occupation. not time.. and I have had trouble in even requesting a copy of this from my home.. they have refused me, and considered sending police after me just for asking. they even sent me n old copy that was unstamped and I had to re request a stamped one because a paper without the stamp is just a paper and not considered legit by anyone in any place else.
So, using this paper as a query, i attempted to locate and speak with the listed doctor. I did find someone by the name, well retired... (he apparently was already an old man at the time I was first there) He said, that he often came to work to find children already born and waiting.. so he simply signed the papers and let them off with their families. He wasn't actually there for the birth... which might explain why I do not have a birth certif as such.. and the copy of the file I do have, doesn't list a time.
I also went to a small 'reading room' for those looking into their family past... and with a bit of help, I discovered my original family name was listed in an old book. this name being the name mentioned in great and grand poobah mugwump's story. I was soo excited! the book was ordered from some far away place.. and I waited for a time with bated breath. the day arrived, and there I sat, in that cluttered little room, and old book in my hands. I carefully opened it and leafed through a page or three.. my eyes seeking the name i so wanted to see at last and..
Suddenly a pair of huge meaty hands thrust into my view, grabbed my hands and hauled me out of my seat. I was quickly pushed out the door of the shop, hearing words to the effect that I was meddling in things i best not. I hit the roadside in a plop.. and heard the doorbells ring as the door shut.. and the click of a lock. You can imagine my surprise, eh? Although for a time, I looked, I never found another listing with that particular family name again.
The enchantress of the east wind, closely related to me, laughs this whole story off, saying that nono.. I was merely born under a bridge somewhere...(like a troll?) and since she is older, she would know best. right?
Asking the grand mugwump, son of the great and grand.. was a bit like pulling hen's teeth on a moonless night. He would only say, with a chuckle.. I was born on the way.
Then there is the story told by yet another relative, not so closely related really, who claimed to have visited the island and looked for relatives" over there.. she seems to think we are a part of the dark greenmen in a really way-back loong history. which, if true, would make me a very old generation indeed... likely dating further back then that of the revolution! Has my family really been here for so long?
and to think.. all this from just one little happening. XD
So when people ask where I started out.. in order to remain truthful (I am a horrible liar) I am forced to say.. it depends on which version of the story you believe the most. All of them have gaps.. some very obvious holes which, if i still had the chance to gain answers from, I would certainly ask.
Listening to: Classical
Current Show: dramas... still.
Feeling: a little under the weather *sniff*
Internet Tabs: AZNV.TV, MySoju, Mabinogi
Obsessing Over: Fragmented Memory pictures
Current Rant: one-sided love... *sigh*
very nearly as bad as a crush... only a little less stupid.
