ghetto up-bringing, best friends and weird dreams

this past saturday, we went to di and rick's place for a get-together. better yet, ada and hoa were back for a visit from vancouver so having them there with us just felt so good.

anyway, ssq whom i befriended around the same time i befriended cathy in grade 7, was talking about how ghetto we were growing up back in the hood (nickname for scarborough). to think – our childhood memories consisted of going to the movies where our parents would sneak in popcorn and pop cans as to avoid buying the food there. i know – that's not really ghetto but for us, living in canada, that's about as ghetto as it gets.

that and having birthday parties at mcdonald. ghetto.

now, rvx's wife, taryne, grew up in the high park area – very opposite of ghetto. and while she protested to the lifestyle differences, ssq explained it beautifully with the following…

ssq: when we were in miami, there was a place where you could swim with the dolphin. it cost $160 to actually swim with them. if you sat on the dock and have them swim up to you, so you could pet them, it was $80. and then, there were these people behind the fence with a video cam, watching and filming the dolphins…

me: let me guess – that's what we represent. scarborough people. we're the ones behind the fence.

ssq. exactly! because you know our parents would have said, "why would you want to pay $160 if you can see them from here???"

and with that, we high-fived each other. i'm not really sure why – it's nothing to be proud of. but the fact that we weren't alone on this and that we truly understand the meaning behind being brought up in scarborough, was a bonding factor.

anyway, i had a crazy dream that night. and it pertains to what happened during the party. cathy's sweet H came in from swimming in the pool. he was in the middle of the kitchen when he announced, "i'm going to take my pants off now!"

cathy looked a bit mortified and she tried to tell him not to. but being the shit-disturbers we were, the rest of us told him to go ahead.

before this happened, we also had a conversation where we agreed that H took after his father, greg.

and it was that exact moment, when H was bare-bottomed in di's kitchen when i asked, "and is this something that greg would do as well?"

to which ssq replied, "i don't know but he better not do that in our kitchen!"

so anyway, that night, i dreamt that it wasn't H who decided to take his pants off, but ssq. and a mob of us screamed out, "nooooo! some one stooooop hiiiiiiim!!!"

very disturbing dream indeed.

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4 thoughts on “ghetto up-bringing, best friends and weird dreams

  1. I'd consider my family and closest friends to come from the middle class suburbs, safely away from a major city. (Although, my family came from the lower-middle class.) We were frugal and wouldn't spend money needless. You didn't spend money you didn't have and you didn't let that compromise the experiences you had. I think it is something to be proud of.Ghetto to me is living in a run-down small apartment with peeling wallpaper, tons of locks on the door and iron bars on the windows, with malnourished children, perpetual unemployment or underpaid, overworked single parents.

  2. Ghetto to me is living in a run-down small apartment with peeling wallpaper, tons of locks on the door and iron bars on the windows, with malnourished children, perpetual unemployment or underpaid, overworked single parents.
    yeah – back when we were growign up, we didn't have any areas classified as true ghetto.

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