You know, I actually prefer the live-action version over this.

"well it's a reboot, let's give him a random gapped tooth to appeal to new audiences, that one change will surely get them invested"

You'd think a dinosaur would stay extinct. 

It's been an emotional day for me.

I met with an auctioneer at my dad's old house so he could look over the estate and know what he'll be getting into if he agrees to take it on.

But before he arrived, I was looking through some drawers and found some audio cassettes. When I read their labels, I knew immediately what they were.

Long ago, I had learned that my dad had our phone lines tapped around the time of my parent's' divorce (1982; I would have been 8 years old). These were the conversations my mom had had that he saved.

I was, at first, torn about listening to them. But that whole chapter of my life is empty. I feel like life jumped from normal kid life to misery overnight. And that everything in between was this blank area with no context or reason. So I decided I would let these conversations fill in the details of that dark time. Not to mention I wanted to hear my mom's voice again.

It was depressing, but also therapeutic and enlightening. Some memories I had that I was unsure were accurate were confirmed true by these tapes. And it surprised me just how many memories I still have of childhood were all happening in this short span of time on these tapes.

Things like the death of my Sunday School teacher and my first bout with the grief that causes. The beginning of my Cub Scouts adventures and entry into baseball. And most of all, my suspicions of things falling apart when overhearing mom on the phone talking about wishing it could "all be over with". I often doubted that this was a real memory I had. Sneaking out of bed and eavesdropping on a conversation one night when dad did not come home. But I heard those same sentiments in these tapes.

It was a lot to process. But I feel like that part of my life has been pieced together. At least far more than it ever was before.

I just really needed to share that. 

Heavy.

Vaporman87 wrote :

 

It's been an emotional day for me.

I met with an auctioneer at my dad's old house so he could look over the estate and know what he'll be getting into if he agrees to take it on.

But before he arrived, I was looking through some drawers and found some audio cassettes. When I read their labels, I knew immediately what they were.

Long ago, I had learned that my dad had our phone lines tapped around the time of my parent's' divorce (1982; I would have been 8 years old). These were the conversations my mom had had that he saved.

I was, at first, torn about listening to them. But that whole chapter of my life is empty. I feel like life jumped from normal kid life to misery overnight. And that everything in between was this blank area with no context or reason. So I decided I would let these conversations fill in the details of that dark time. Not to mention I wanted to hear my mom's voice again.

It was depressing, but also therapeutic and enlightening. Some memories I had that I was unsure were accurate were confirmed true by these tapes. And it surprised me just how many memories I still have of childhood were all happening in this short span of time on these tapes.

Things like the death of my Sunday School teacher and my first bout with the grief that causes. The beginning of my Cub Scouts adventures and entry into baseball. And most of all, my suspicions of things falling apart when overhearing mom on the phone talking about wishing it could "all be over with". I often doubted that this was a real memory I had. Sneaking out of bed and eavesdropping on a conversation one night when dad did not come home. But I heard those same sentiments in these tapes.

It was a lot to process. But I feel like that part of my life has been pieced together. At least far more than it ever was before.

 

I just really needed to share that. 

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funny I should mention my own family, my stepdad's side seems to have mental problems ranging from bipolar issues to dementia, because of them I barely even sign onto facebook anymore. I took my own path in life to just ignore the people that spread hate, and just enjoy things on my own terms.

Sorry to hear that Vaporman. I know that kind of stuff can be rough. I remember feeling similiar things when I had to go through my mom's hoarding pile a few years ago. It brings up a lot of stuff you have to confront.

It is good that you are feeling better though. 

Thanks for the encouragement guys. 

Vaporman87 wrote :

Thanks for the encouragement guys. 

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I'm very moved and thankful that you shared this part of your life with all of us.

It's just a coincidence that I recently had a conversation with friends over the astounding fact that I never knew anyone who's family suffered a divorce. as I was growing up. How strange it is for me to realize that I was introduced to real life only after leaving home to attend college out of state.

As I come here and read through the forums, I'm seeing reality clearer.

Currently watching the movie About Last Night. 

It's the one with the foursome seen at the top of this page.