So, to secure my decision, I looked at my Gmail Chats from 2000-2002. These were ones I had at Takoma Park Nursery School, and they are very, very trippy. I've been told I make a lot of trippy art, and I'd like to disclose that it didn't start in my 8th grade IMP, or in my 4th grade story about some guy in the sky who recruits people to explode houses (I really don't remember). It started with this:
Thursday (September) 2000
I saw a camel in the zoo he was in a cage. I was with my dad. Landon wanted his dolphin. Daddy took it away, Because then they couldn't take it to school.
I drew a lim. He's funny as snoopy. Snoopy is on the video.
September 19 00
I drew you when you were a baby. When you were crying. When you were boring in your mommy's stomach. When you were going to school.
(the Mom was acting like a baby is who the mom who Aidan is talking to).
I was almost three and a half. As of September 19,2000, exactly a week short. I haven't been much of a talker, but I've been a writer. Since I had the nerve to tell this mother I drew her as a baby, and she was boring in her mother's stomach, I guess it hasn't always been so. What I can draw from this is that I've always been a trippy person, and that's an issue I must have had when I was a baby, boring in my mother's stomach. My writing skills progressed quickly:
Sept. 21
When Landon Went to the Zoo
Landon said "How could I go to School?" "Why can't I take my dolphin to School?"
Landon cried before he went to school.
The End
P.S. Landon ate waffles
Ok I suppose not. But I wasn't so bad at using dialogue, yeah? The rest of the Fall was my camel phase, when I approached the art of writing in complete paragraphs. I'd like to retract my "trippy statement". This stuff I wrote isn't the stuff of LSD, it's deep.
Thursday Sept. 28, 2000
I'm drawing a camel. My camel is picking up people. He is very red and he has a two leg. He has a boo-boo. He's going to feel better. My camel is to the doctor. My doctor is Dr. Ferraki. He is going to be covered in red hot in the back. The camel came out of the doctor.
Thursday Oct 5
A camel-black sky. The camel is playing under the sky. Hide and seek with his friends under the sky too. The friend's name is Dale and I don't know who the other friends are.
Oct. 12
To market, to market to buy a fat pig. To market to market. Home again, home again. To market to market to buy a fat goose, home again, home again. She worked hard. She went to bed and she was sick and she hurt her leg on the car.
I was a genius. I had refrained from my talk of camel to really comment on the expenses of fat pigs, of fat gooses, of how much work it takes to buy one, and all of the pain it may cost. On paper, with extended margins and messy pre-school teacher writing, this stuff takes up a half a page. Each piece is accompanied with a drawing. Perhaps the last of the camel phase works may depict this.
Thursaday Oct. 19, 00
This is a baby camel. His name is Kana. Kana is going to be colored. He is going to be blue. He is going to have hair. Now J used to wake some red hair. Last night J was in Susan (the other preschool teacher, I was in Lesley's group) class.
Kana got hurt last week. The ambulance picked her up and the doctor dropped her stomach. Now she's better.
The End.
October 26, 2000
This the camel named Baby. Baby Camel. Baby Camel went "Mommy, why don't you have color eyes." And this is the morning sun and the sun went down and down. In the evening. In the blue sky it was morning. It was a beautiful blue sky and black sky. Good morning said the morning. They went all the way home and get the stroller.
I was a genius because this is absolutely the best piece of adolescent disillusionment to the beauty of color relations in the world there is. This is why I still write. But it didn't get much better than this until March, when I had turned 4, and I wasn't some basic genius kid anymore. In March through May, I saw the world. I saw it's pain, and it's loss, and I saw how it was hard to live.
This is obviously an Allegory, but the rest is real (I promise):
22 March 01
This is called the Wizard Mommie of the Whole World. She didn't have children. Her children died. She put her head in the toilet. The Wizard Daddy said "Don't put your head in the toilet, wife." The three little pigs came in and ate them up. And the Queen said "Don't eat them up." And that's the end.
April 3, '01
I made the masterpiece so everybody likes the masterpiece. So I made it for them to take home. The magic war to me. The magic is right there. It turns the masterpiece into a fox. And it turns me into a mommy fox. And I go like this [moves her hands+ fists]. And I jump up and down. And I spin like this and I spin around. The end.
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| Aidan's Masterpiece |
April 18
This picture is about when I scraped my knee. I was running and I scraped my knee very badly and my other hand I scarped again and I was angry. I went to my house and we had spaghetti in the night time and last night Mommy was in my bed. Remember when she was in my bed last time. She was in my bed two times. Last night Mommy was angry because I peed on the floor.
Maybe I didn't have the social skills not to give too much information, but let's remember I was newly 4, and this is the behavior of one of that age. I was smart. I made a masterpiece about War when I was 4, I made an allegory about toilets and the three little pigs. I was Aidan Keys: Girl Realist.
April 25
Once in the nighttime I was sleeping and I decided to sleep with my mommy. Last night when my dad was watching me I got sick, and I then I was not. In the morning I got my heart shirt on.
Yesterday I wanted beads. And my mommy said "no, I can't get beads." She wanted to find some beads for me but she didn't.
And that is the end of my story.
I've never been much of a princess girl. I thought kissing was disgusting. I thought barbies were lame, and I thought playing with objects was for weirdos like my brother to do. I liked to draw, and I liked to make things. I liked fairytales. I liked stories, and so me and my genius incorporated my discovery of the horrors of the earth and fairytales to make May:
May 1, 2001
That is Jack in The beanstalk and The mommy said "The dragon's husband..." and he goes near him and he ate him up.
He got out and showed mommy his face,
"I killed a giant and he's not going to come back 'cause he died."
May 10
Once upon a time, there was a little girl and she was 2. And I wanted my mommy and daddy and they died. And I wanted Jasmine (my Gramma's old cat) but she died and Roxy (My gramma's old cat) but she died too.
Ok, ok, sure maybe I took it too far with the whole death thing. I was 4, and approaching death! I was still a genius, because I was that deep. And in my corresponding masterpiece, I used black. I had the skills of connotation to do so!
This is why my parents didn't send me to therapy (they saw I was a master of story development, that's all):
Th, May 17, 2001
A sky with purple clouds, all different shapes. This is a lady- she has a house- a square house. A roof is on the house. And she has a bird with wings and his name was Cawcaw. And a bird named Sayay and that's her sister. Cawcaw is three and Sayay is eight.
The End
That's not the end. The house is like this. Here is the door and here is the tree.
A Master of Story Development was what I was, and it certainly didn't end once I was no longer a red square, or in Lesley's class, and Lesley and I had stopped chatting so that she could write down all my thoughts which corresponded to the picture next to it. No, the chat continued into the Summer, and I hadn't lost my trippy, camel, dialogue, uncomfortable talk of death, or my stylish naming skills at all.
Summer 2001
The camel was walking. The cukoo fin-bird- his name is Andrew. Andew said "My wife died, you know." Then the camel said, "Oh, your wife died?" The camel's name is Andrew also. They're both named Andew.
"I'm dreaming about Andrew. I'm 3 years old," said the camel. Then the bird said "I'm 6 years old."
So is the beginning of a classic story to dust on the bookshelves of thousands of literature savvy Americans I plan to write Summer 2013. In this year, a week ago, when I was assessing my internet diary, I shared one of the pages with Brianna because it was that entertaining. She responded a bit terrified, and even though I was quite sure it was because it was between this girl who I'll name KiD, I asked why.
"You haven't changed in 2 years."
I thought the same, I was trippy in the eighth grade, and I was a spazz, and I really liked the Strokes, and I was really awkward, and I wasn't the best at knowing what to say next, and I had an a million track mind.
But then, I was like that when I was four, in the last page of Aidan's Journal: Lesley's 3's Class 2000-2001 TPCNS.
6 Sept, 2001
The Wife Having a Baby Inside her Tummy
Mrs. Grill and Mr. Grill had a baby named Brianna. Mr. Grill said "Can I see the baby?" Mrs. Grill said "No, you may not. The baby is inside my tummy." Then they went to the hospital and the baby came out and said "Mama". They lived happily ever after.
The End.
Written by Aidan
Illustrated by Aidan.
6.30 pm November 18, 2012
I've been thinking of getting a Facebook, but would you really want that as a status on your Dashboard?
Nice 2 chat w/ u
g2g
Peace
*I was being totally sarcastic here (in a way). All Diary Entries are real, made possible by my parents and my Pre School Teacher Lesley (whom I called Weswey because I had a speech impediment).
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