My dad was a neat guy. When my brother and I were but wee lads in the wilds of New Jersey, my dad would play all sorts of pranks on us.
One time, he hid in our closet before we went to bed. We always kept the closet light on with the door cracked; kept the monsters at bay. After a time the light began to flicker, on off on….off. We got a bit scared. But not nearly as scared as when the closet door flung open and shit started flying out of it! Blankets, clothes, boxes! As you can imagine we were screaming and screaming our tiny heads off. And then it stopped. The light came back on and we heard that familiar chuckle coming from the closet. Good one dad.
Things like this happened fairly often.
When he wasn’t trying to give us heart attacks, dad would leave treasure maps for us. But there was a twist. They would be made using lemon juice on paper. You cannot see lemon juice on paper. We would have to hold the paper over the stove-top flame in order to burn the image in.
I don’t remember where they led or what the surprises were, but the maps made a strong impression on me. Making weird maps, encouraging me to illustrate the first few pages of The Hobbit, getting us chemistry sets, magic kits, microscopes and a telescope; this was like craft time growing up in our house. And I didn’t realize it until fairly recently.
What weirdness did you have growing up that, only as an adult, you realized put you on your science-y, skeptic-y, artsy, geeky path?
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