aunt rock

when my niece A was only a few years old, i made a couple mixtapes of "adult" music with kid appeal so that her parents wouldn't go entirely insane listening to The Little Mermaid in the car. they were played for ten years until they deteriorated; then A asked if i could recreate them on CD. she sent me the tracklists, i did, and made her a couple more "grown up" mix CDs. i noticed on my last visit that a) she has a car with a CD player (no bluetooth) and b) one of those second-wave discs was on the top of the stack of discs in the car. A said she would like more, so i brought blank CDs with me and burned a new mix because i guess that happens about every ten years.

( Really Big Chickens )

I was working hard on the cursive part

Transcript of a page of something I wrote for school when I was maybe nine years old, all content sic:*

My dad is a farmer. He has a larger lap than mom to snugle in. He cooks. He hunts. He is nice. He loves to go sledriding and to build snowmen. He likes the Pittsburg Stellers, Penn State and anyone who plays Pitt. He is very kind. He also likes to swim. He loves mom. He loves the rest of the family too. He plows filds, He also plants them. He’s a great dad and I love him. Is your dad like that?

*it appears to have mostly been a handwriting exercise, done in January. i am deeply disappointed in my spelling but i note that i still skip letters when i am writing quickly.