WP asks- How do you waste the most time every day?

I don’t waste time.

I have lost years, days,  hours  of my life to depression, to the deaths of my loved ones. I don’t ensconce myself in my skull and let time creep or fly by without me taking a good hard jab at it.

Here are two things that I dedicate my time too:

I write- which is always a good use of my time.  I  draw or do a little photography- I mean I really , really suck at the visual arts but who cares? I consider the time I spend on photography or drawing as time well spent.

Besides. It’s like the Visual Arts hate my guts and me attempting to do them is my way of hating their guts right back. It’s like I’m standing up on this pile horrific artwork that I’ve created and like Doctor Frankenstein I shout up into the night sky as I jump up and down on the carcasses that I’ve created:

” It’s Alive hahahahahahahaaaaa.”

My goal, at the end of the day is to look back and say to myself, ” So Anita, did you do anything cool today -”

and for my answer to always be yes.

WP Prompters want to know: Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?

There isn’t a single food that transports me back to my childhood.

My Mom didn’t like to cook, my Dad was a Chef who wanted nothing to do with the kitchen when he was at home ( except for the holidays ) so for the most part my childhood meals were grim silent affairs and there’s probably a reason why I don’t have have a food that takes me back to my childhood. We ate because it was meal time. Hoozah and hip- hip-hooray. That’s not exactly the bulletin board  that you can tack happy memories to.

But there is a food-or foods that when combined in a bowl or packed in little decorative baggies that do whisk me back to my childhood- zip, zap just like that. I am talking about Halloween Candy of course.

To this day when I’m pouring Halloween candy into a bowl and that sugary smell whooshes up into my face I really do  feel happy and I fly straight back to my childhood with no stops in between.

Not only  can I smell the candy, I can smell the crisp autumn air from over 50 years ago, I can smell my plastic Halloween Masks that I wore as a kid, I can smell the excitement that crawls around your spine as the sunsets and it’s time to run out into the night and Trick or Treat.

Now this is something that you might find amusing

I don’t like candy. I just love the smell.

No Trick, no fooling. Isn’ that funny?

WP Prompt asks us to write about  our first crush-  m’kay.

His name was Darrin and we met for the first time in the third grade.

We were both 8 years old and the one thing we seemed to have in common was our ability to get into trouble and get right back out of it before we were caught. Also, he got high scores for math and I got high scores for reading and spelling.

For some reason, we didn’t exactly click and we weren’t exactly friends. I mean. He was a boy.

Regardless of that barrier, during recess Darrin and I would gravitate slowly to the monkey bars- like convicts in a prison yard  we sort of skirted along the fence  line with one eye on each other and the other eye on the kids around us.

Eventually we ended up on the monkey bars, almost side by side where we would hang upside down by our knees and sway a little and from the sides of our metal cage. Not a single word passed between us-

until one day he asked me

” Do you really want to be an astronaut? ”

I told him yes. I planned to fly my ship and not only was I going to the Moon, I was going to head out to Mars.

He looked at me. His eyes were shining.

” What do you want to be? ” I asked him.

Darrin said, ” I want to be a lizard so that I can touch my eyeball with my tongue. ”

I reached for his hand and he reached for mine and we have been friends now for over 50 years,