Pikes Peak~
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I don't know what happened with that last post. I started out to tell a simple goofy story and went all over the place.~
So while we were in Colorado and saw Pikes Peak, I kept telling everyone that there was a Pike in my family. I was wondering aloud if I was related to Zebulon Pike. When we got home, I called Mom and asked, "Do you think we are related to Zebulon Pike through Granny Pike?" Mom was all, "Huh?" She asked me who was Granny Pike. I told her, "Granny PIKE! We went to see her alot when I was a kid." Mom told me we had no Granny Pike. I was very confused.
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I've often astounded family members with my specific childhood memories from a very early age. I've remembered all sorts of details that surprised my parents, my brother and old childhood friends, so this Garnny Pike thing was very confusing. And then I remembered.
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I had a good friend that had a Granny Pike and I often went with her to visit her grandmother from the age of 9 to the age of 11. Somehow her Granny Pike, became my Granny Pike. How stupid is that? Now I wonder if my friend might be related to Zebulon Pike.
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So that was my original story. Sorry for the weird soap opera ramblings in the last post.
6 comments:
I've said it before and I'll say it again, your brain is a weird and wonderful animal...
I'm having a bit of a memory spazz these days too. I've been in touch with a friend from way back in college and we have none of the same memories. She doesn't remember any of the stuff I remember and I don't remember any of the stuff she remembers. It's almost like we weren't even at the same school at the same time.
Tell everyone she is. Who's to know?
Well at least you figured out who she was. If you hadn't we would have started to believe that you were channelling a past life or something. ;o)
Jazz,
~~I like animals.
Xup,
~~That's cool though, you guys fill in the gaps for each other.
Ian,
~~She probably is.
BB,
~~it was funny though how my mom though I was crazy.
It's actually kind of weird. It was a theatre school so we did a bunch of plays every year. The plays I worked on she says weren't done the year she was there and the plays she worked on weren't done the year I was there, yet both of us were only in that school for a year and obviously know each other from that school. So how does that happen?
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