memories ...and....bugs

      I should really tape my dad when he's telling his stories. He always has an interesting view of some memories, and I always wind up laughing my tushie off when I am over there. Mind you, I am usually drunk, too, because it's usually late at night. I love when he talks about his dad. I never really knew my Grandpa Kemp, but he sounds quite.....interesting. I wish my memories were clearer...
     I have so many stories and memories that I would love to talk about, but for some reason, they just don't come to me when I try to remember. Take the kissing story, for example. I really have very few details that jump out, other than what I repeated here. I mean, I still have no idea WHO actually kissed me. LOL. I guess that's a detail I should have cleared up years ago. I feel like asking people,"What do you remember about me?" and then using those stories to jog my own memory. Then, there are days when a memory sprouts up and I'm asking myself where in the world THAT came from. I mean, I know I should remember much more, but it just seems to elude me. Dad was talking about the orchestra and Carousel and the Cedar Point trip he chaperoned. I remember being SO happy that my dad came along. He talks about how all the kids deserted him when we got to Cedar Point and he was trying not to look like a total perv all day, walking around by himself. I remember going on trips with the orchestra and playing a game that consisted of trying to cram as many of us as possible into one seat, booth, etc. I have a picture of one of those attempts. I remember going to a cast party for one of the plays I was involved in, and when I went home, a car followed me slowly as I ran around the block to my house. I asked later what it was and the guy (I actually had such a crush on him!Then again, I got crushes a lot, especially back then....) told me that he was watching me run. I still don't get that. My dad also took a bunch of us to Rocky Horror Picture Show for my 16th birthday. I don't remember much from it.I had (and still have) the coolest dad ever!
    I swear, the ugliest and nastiest bug I have ever seen was walking down the wall by me. It was black and looked like it was dragging another one of it behind it, except it was clearly attached. I hate bugs more than I hate spiders, and spiders' saving grace is that they kill the bugs. I still feel that all of them need to just stay out of my immediate area. I HATE living in a basement. Basements are way too buggy.
    So I am going to end this post with the question I posed earlier...
What is a memory you have of/with/about me?