My name is Alexandra.__
I am a girl.___I am a writer.___I am a poet.___But mostly I am just a girl. With a pen._____The basics - I've moved around, a lot, enough so that I never managed to stay in a place long enough to learn how to tie my shoes.____I spent most of my childhood inhaling America through the back seat of a car window._____I caused my first scene in Oxford , England. Very posh. I grew up Southern parts of America, and talk like a cowgirl. Not so posh._____Notable places I've lived-___* France - Smells of strawberry jam and bunkbeds. The little turtles were cool, too._____* Wales - Lost my father and gave me a Batman lunchbox. I was three, I never even left the house, so why the lunchbox..._____* Amarillo, TX - Found my father and taught me how to spell my first word in kindergarten. Sun. S...U...N... Sun. Ya see? My second word was Mississippi, but I was a freaky over-achiever._____* Boulder, CO - We had a treehouse in the backyard and suspected leprachauns lived next door._____* Rio Rancho, NM - There was much sand and black widows and jam jars filled with dead bugs stacked in the shed. Mama said don't touch - we touched, we inspected and we decided the previous occupants were raging weirdos. Spent 6 months digging a big ol'dusty hole in the big ol' dusty backyard. There's not much else you can do with dry sand but diggit and bury stuff. And then dig up the buried stuff. Saw a dog nearly get squished at the sandy swamp of a bus stop by a big ass hot air balloon. The dog lived... Till the next balloonfest, anyway..._____
* Miami, FLA - Yeah, it's Miami. Yeah, it's hot, people are hot, food is hot, weather is hot, blah blah blah. It's Mickey Mouse, it's milkshakes, it's clothing and plastic surgery by the boathouse. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Mostly I just remember little packets of ketchup. And bowling balls. Seriously. Go to Miami, and that's what you'll get. Packets of ketchup and bowling balls._____* Lytham St.Annes, UK - " Cos ya gotta live somewhere! " I'm currently proposing this pretty little slogan to the local town council. Nuff said._____* San Antonio, TX - I consider myself a Texan; I've known San Antonio since I was 5, but we haven't really spoken since I was 9. I spent 4 summers and two years there - it's the hometown of my nostalgia: block parties, fence jumping and mourning the loss of the tyre swing at the park. Goddamn, that was a tough blow. It was best friends and swimming pools, tired skin, homeless puppies and David Livingstone, peanut butter tortillas, burnt feet from walkin black tarmac barefoot, yella corn on the cob, it was horny crickets and watchin Seaworld fireworks from the rooftop of the house, it was Cap'n Crunch, it was Nintendo, it was dark at 7. It was moody air that called time at night, sweaty grass and sticky whiskies & coke; the air was so thick and syrupy, it was like breathing through a wet flannel. And then the morning would wake you up with the stench of school, brown paper bags and long division. Muddy grass, Marco Polo and makin up the years, man
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