Childhood memories

As I was sitting in class the other day just daydreaming about saving the world, I thought about my childhood and how much I miss being a kid. I mean, think about it..there are so many things that as a kid its cute and funny, but you try and do the same thing as an adult and it because rude, inconsiderate, or you just look dumb. For example, as a kid, it's cute when you go to do a somersault and just stand there with your head on the ground, butt in the air, thinking that you are awesome and then just kind of rolling to the side. Go into the middle of a mall play area now that you are older and try that..I believe that you would get a different reaction than "aww, look how cute that is." I also miss the innocence of a child. A kid will believe anything you tell them with all of their heart. That's one of the fun parts of being a teacher...I think some of my class I did my student teaching in still think that I have walked on the moon :)

I remember having an awesome childhood. My imagination was out of this world. I absolutely loved being outside. Climbing trees, catching crawdads, exploring the unknown, never before seen land behind my house, making trails in the woods, catching crickets and other insects and keeping them in jars as pets until Mom would find them in my room and make me let them go (killjoy), seeing how fast I could roll down the hill, riding my bike around the block, rollerblading in the basement, playing in our super cool tree house, playing in the mud, laying in the hammock, and laying on the grass looking at the clouds trying to think of what they looked like. Ha, I even buried treasure out in the backyard. Some of my favorite things are in that treasure box, including the map that told me how to get to the treasure. I guess you could say I wasn't the smartest child on the block.

Growing up, I never had a sibling that was close enough in age to want to play with me, nor were any of my sisters cool enough to want to catch bugs and get dirty..they all preferred barbies (lame) however, I thought my sisters were the coolest people in the world. I wanted to be just like them..I don't think they ever knew that. I remember that on our way home from church, we would always sing in the car. They usually just told me to be quiet and let them sing, but my favorite was when they would let me sing the "doo-a-diddy-diddy-dum-diddy-doo" part in that song..I wasn't allowed to sing any other part of the song with them, but that was ok. They were letting me sing with them! I felt so cool. When the "Carr girls" would sing in church, they would let me sing with them only because my parents made them but little did I know they would turn my microphone off. I still remember the day I found out what they had been doing. And to think, MY PARENTS WERE IN ON IT!! I am still trying to get over the whole thing. Another thing that I really enjoyed was when Joanna went off to college because I knew that in the summer when she would come home, she was going to take me out on a sister date. I had $20 that I could spend doing whatever I wanted with her. One summer, we went putt-putting and got lunch, another we would get sno-biz and go see a movie. To be honest, I didn't care what we did, I just liked that she wanted to take time out of her life to spend time with me.

Then there were my parents who made my life perfect. Dad and I always had such a good time. I doubt he even remembers all the things we used to do or how much it meant to me. I lived for the moments when a summer storm would come rolling in and he and I would sit out on the porch swing and watch the lighting. I loved it when we would go on walks around the block. I realize now that he was just using me to get a free back rub, but he would read to me as I would give him the best back rub that I could because I wanted to show him how much I loved him, even if it was just through a back rub. In the cold winter months when my mom wouldn't turn on the heat in the house because you can always just add more layers to keep yourself warm, my dad would rub the bed really fast and get it all warm for me. My mom was the best cook in the world. Grilled cheese and tomato soup was my favorite lunch and she made it the best. That warm cup of hot chocolate ready for me when I came inside after hours out in the snow, or standing on the inside of a locked door in the backyard while I was standing outside begging to be let in, but her telling me to walk around to the garage because that was the door I went out of. I still love going to movies with my mom.

What about you. Do you ever stop and think about your life as a child? What was it like? What do you miss?


Wasn't I a cutie!!!