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Originally Posted by YorkieAZ  HA! I loved to catch fireflies!
I remember when I was very small, my brother sister and I snuck out of the house to play in the snow and my mom found us and came after us with a wooden spoon, weird how I remember that. We lived in Vermont.
I remember sliding out of the back of our squareback volkswagon after we got home from the beach when we lived in N.C. and I sat on a bee on the way out and I remember my brother and sister thought it was hilariuos!! Not me.
I remember my best friend Paula that lived across the street was hit by a truck on her bike while riding to school and was thrown as high as a telephone pole, my mom would not let me go to her funeral, I had nightmares for a long time. I was about 7.
I remember raking leaves with a toy rake my mom bought me and my brother tried to pull it away, I pulled back and it went up my nose and ripped off the side of my nose, I remember the fear on my moms face as she drove me to the hopsital for stitches.
I remember sitting in an old crab apple tree with my siblings and munching away on them, I don't think I got sick but I remember watching them throw up..hehehe
I remember seeing a teddy bear in my moms closet and when I saw it under the tree christmas morning I knew there was no Santa, I believe I was 8. |
There's no Santa ?
These are great - I have too many good memories but I guess my favorite always will be.... growing up on the beach during summer in Rhode Island.....we still have a cabana right on the water but I don't get to enjoy it like I did growing up......my oldest son is now living my childhood - he loves it and goes every year as do my parents - actually they are there as I type this but sadly probably for the last time....