Big news guys- I got bangs. After much writing and rewriting I have found that there is no tasteful way to announce to my blog that I slightly-drunkenly gave myself bangs, but ya know- It's something worth mentioning. Bangs, much like edibles are something I only do every five years or so to remind myself I can't handle them. You can laugh. On to other things-
Do you ever have a stuffed down hilarious childhood memory that randomly resurfaces as an adult?
Last week the fair came to town, and I went with my friends to walk around with their kids and enjoy the little slice of deep-fried goodness that is the Latah County Fair. We walked around, ran into people we knew, took in the smells (which at moments was the sweetness of cotton candy and at other moments was that of potent pig shit) and laughed as we watched the kids devour all that is the fair. As I was sitting on a slab of concrete and listening to the live music I was hit with a memory of my childhood at the fair. I remembered waiting in line for a balloon animal with my brother and Nan. The details are a little fuzzy, but I specifically remember my Nan telling me she knew how to make balloon animals because she went to clown school. And I know that sounds so crazy that it could be written off as a childhood fabrication or misunderstanding, but if you knew Nan it wouldn't be hard to conceptualize- she was a goof ball in the best way. So I called my brother and he confirmed that this did indeed happen, but he was also unsure if this was just our Nan messing with us. Nan passed away in 2016, and I miss her. It's little memories like this that remind me how she will always sprinkle my life with delight. Dillon also reminded me that there are several photos of Nan in clown attire, but like I said she was a goof ball so she could have been doing that for fun. I have not been able to stop laughing since I remembered this. I also find it so funny because I recall being that age and wholeheartedly believing my grandma went to clown school. I had to try to confirm this with my mom and as I asked her on the phone she broke out into laughter. She was unsure if I was serious at first, but then in her own time began to recall the little tid bits of potential evidence that would lead us to believing Nan may just have legitimately went to clown school. I don't know if she did or didn't, but I think she would find immense joy in knowing that we wonder about it. And I love that we will probably never know for sure.
Libby Anne Groseclose