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Memory Monday-Marsha the Martian

Memory Monday-Marsha the Martian

Memory Monday-It’s a thing…

In my What I’m Reading review for The Sparrow, I mentioned I once believed I was from Mars. I thought I might tell you a little more about that.

Yes, as a young child, I believed I was a native of Mars. I built an elaborate story around this belief. I told Granny and Mom about my true identity when I was mad. Usually around bed time when Mom or Granny was trying to make me go to bed and I didn’t want to go. I would tell them I would only bed so my Mars-mommy could come and get me and warned them not to bother checking on me during the night because I wouldn’t be there. If I ever told anyone else in the family about this, they’ve never mention it (and knowing my family, they wouldn’t let this slide).

Here’s how it worked: In the day time, I was disguised as a little Earth girl. My name on Mars was HA and part of the reason my Earth-mother named me Marsha (see? It’s right there in the name…Mars-ha). On Earth, my job was to watch the other Earthlings and do Earthling things. Like play outside, ride my bike, make mud pies, and other “normal” stuff.

At night, my Martian parents would come down in their spaceship and get me for the night and I would turn into my real self. I don’t actually remember what my Martian self looked like, but I bet I was cute. Once I was back home on Mars, I would tell them all the things I learned about Earthlings and show them how Earth kids played. I was pretty much a celebrity on Mars. Everyone wanted to talk to me about Earth and the other Martians my age wanted me to bring them Earth toys, which I did occasionally did.

The funniest joke to tell my Martian friends and family was about how Earthlings didn’t think travel to Mars was even possible and there was clearly no life on Mars. Oh boy, did we laugh for hours about that! Shopping on Mars was much easier too. We just went to a television-like screen and pulled up a picture of what we wanted and shortly after we pulled up the picture, the item would appear. Internet shopping on Mars was light years ahead of Earth. There was no fighting on Mars either and everyone pretty much got along with each other. If there was someone you didn’t like, you just didn’t talk to them. Problem solved.

My Martian parents had to be very careful and make sure they returned me to Earth before morning so my Earth family wouldn’t find out I was really a Martian Spy.

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About Marsha Blevins, Author

Marsha Blevins lives in West Virginia with her boyfriend and six fur-children. She earned her B.A. in English with a concentration on writing from Marshall University. Two of her short stories and several poems were published in the university’s literary magazine, Et Cetera. She is an active member of the writing group Wicked Wordsmiths of the West and WV Writers. Follow her at www.marbleswords.com on Facebook at www.facebook.com/marbleswords, on Twitter @marbleswords.

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