Two truths and a lie

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I intended 1 as my lie, but now that I've written it I'm thinking I might actually follow through.
There are a few errands I could accomplish. Hmmm......

It would be nicer than dusting, I think.

In the mid-70's, I had a couple of friends whom I went on escapades with:

1. My 13-year-old friend decided he wanted to try his luck in a singles' bar. Obviously, he didn't succeed.

2. Myself and the 13-year-old friend hitched a ride on the back of a pick-up truck. Egad that was fun!

3. The 13-year-old friend inveigled me to try out Plato's Retreat, which was a place where orgies of all sorts occurred.

Three. Please, three. At thirteen?

LOL....3 is the Lie....but he looked much older than 13, and they would have probably let him in. He did go when he was about 15.

Not me, though. I looked 13 when I was 16.

Well, I'm glad to hear that he didn't go. Ha. I'll file it under "things that made me happy today".

1. I just had a vague memory of something from 30 years ago which involved my dad and a friend of mine, so I sent the person a FB message to see what they recall. I hope they can help build my memory.

2. My long-range memory is quite good, but not in the traditional sense. If my memories were represented like cartoon strips, each memory would only have one box rather than a series of boxes (no episodic events or conversations). I usually just remember sensory flashes.

3. My short-term memory is really good. I can remember long strings of numbers or bits of information straight away.
It's rare for me to write anything on paper as a reminder, since I can recall very easily using synaesthesia.

1. My next-door neighbor had a boy named Frank. I used to go to his house every once in a while. There was something vaguely weird about that family. I have no memory of what I actually did with Frank.

2. When my mother went to get her IUD surgery, I stayed with these people in Flushing, Queens. In retrospect, I was a snob--because I thought those kids had no class. They would always try to talk tough and everything. I wasn't grateful enough. I loved macaroni and cheese, and they made me some.

3. When I was 10, I went to stay with some distant cousins in Tenafly, New Jersey. Tenafly is sort of an "upper-crust" area. I developed a crush on a 14-year-old distant cousin there. We swung on the swings together. I had a "little feeling" in my gut. I wanted to go back there again---but we never went back here.

#1 for Isabella. I don't believe she would be so forward.

#3 for Mr. Fixit Man. The first two items are true.

My lie was 3.

1 is true:
I did send a quick FB message to someone today re: #1. I wasn't being forward though, because the person is one of my *very limited number of* FB friends. She replied and had no new information or memory, unfortunately.

2 is true:
My long-term is quite good apparently, according to other people. My synaesthesia helps more in long term situations than short term.

My short term is so bad that I will start to google something and have no idea what it was.

Nope. #3 is true. I thought about this girl for a long time afterwards. It was really a great day for me. It gave me my first feeling of euphoria ever. For some unknown reason, I thought she liked me, too.

The Lie is #1. The kid's name wasn't Frank----it was Evan.

I hope everything was OK with Evan. Sounds creepy.

I sense there were many secrets.....I think I remember that I wasn't to ring their doorbell at all.

The mother was a rather old lady---she always treated me well.

Again, I hope it was all OK. I hate having half-present memories.

Here are some of my half-memories:

1. I'm terrified of one storey motels / inns and have been since I was seven years old.

2. I'm terrified of butter knives. I think I know why, but the reason seems odd.

3. I'm afraid of green beans, and my memory on this one is more clear than for # 1 or 2.

1. I had a best friend who lived on the 6th floor of my apartment building (we lived on the third floor). I used to go to his house frequently. There were times, though, when I was banned for some reason. These people thought there was "something wrong" with me. I only ate there once....I went to their house for at least five years.

2. I was thrown out of a bowling alley on 63rd Drive because I threw a temper tantrum after throwing a gutterball. The bowling lanes were very old-fashioned. Everything was made of wood----except for the balls and the pins.

3. I found out about Jimi Hendrix's death through a poster at a store called Alexanders, which was on the other side of Queens Boulevard on 63rd Drive.

#3 is Isabella's lie.