Today I interviewed a girl who worked at Spencer Gifts. This reminded me of a forgotten (or is it repressed?) memory that I haven’t thought about for ten years. It’s one of those memories that I’m quite sure happened, but then did it really? Memories from over a month ago are so hazy it’s hard to remember whether it happened to me, to someone else, or maybe in a movie or a book. I seem to have a lot of those these days. My sister will say “remember when we ______?” and I will say, “no.” What can I say, I’m a 26-year-old body trapped in an 81-year-old mind.
I’ve always liked to buy presents (ok, trinkets) for people. If I see something that reminds me of someone, I like to buy it, no matter how small or insignificant it is. Back in the 90s, this was quite easy, because collections were all the rage. Everyone collected something (me: Sylvester and dog figurines). My AWANA leader at church collected pigs. So one day, at Spencer Gifts, I saw a pig figurine and knew I must buy it for her. So I did.
Both a blessing and a curse of spending ten years of your childhood/adolescence in home school is being sheltered. I never took sex ed or learned about evolution or knew exactly who Joey McIntyre was. It was because of this that I unknowingly bought a figurine of two pigs humping (ok, one humping, one just standing there). I had seen the dogs hump before in the backyard, but mom had just explained it away that they were playing. So I thought I had bought w/my own babysitting money a figurine of two cute playing pigs.
My AWANA leader unwrapped the gift on Wednesday evening and what I then interpreted as a look of pure surprise and gratitude contorted her face. I smiled. How I enjoy giving people gifts! and ran along to the game circle. The girl interviewed today said she was terminated from Spencer Gifts for not selling an item to a very young customer because she didn’t think the item was age-appropriate. How I wish this incident would have been me, and this girl would have saved me from my pig sex mishap. But alas, the more I relive it, I’m quite afraid this memory did, indeed happen.