Childhood Meme
Heather at Was That My Outloud Voice tagged me for a meme ages ago. I'm finally getting around to it. Sorry for the delay, Heather!
Boiler plate text: But first the rules to this meme game: Remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump every one up one place; add your blog's name in the #5 spot; link to each of the other blogs for the desired cross pollination effect.
1. Marti http://marti2212.blogspot.com/
2. Melody http://melslifeinanutshell.blogspot.com
3. -A- http://motherswork.blogspot.com
4. Heather http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com
5. Suzanne http://mimilou.blogspot.com
Next: select new friends to add to the pollen count. (No one is obligated to participate -- [Edited to add: Really. Feel free to ignore if you don't like memes. And if you've done this one and I've just overlooked it, sign me up for How to Increase Your Powers of Observation classes.]).
1. Gina http://www.objustanotherday.blogspot.com/
2. Amy http://thispieceofwork.blogspot.com
3. Rebecca http://ministones.blogspot.com/
4. Julie http://thebookworm.blogspot.com/
5. Marie http://practigal.typepad.com/practigal/
Let the game begin.
What 5 things do you miss about your childhood?
1. The sense of freedom I felt ambling about my neighborhood, with or without playmates. I went on grand adventures with my dog (whom I used to force into serving as pet dog to my Gulliver, with Fisher Price Little People-come-Lilliputians tucked under her collar), explored every nook and cranny of the alleys that served as the backyards on my street, climbed trees with reckless abandon, and never felt scared or uneasy.
2. Sleepovers at my grandparents. Nothing made me feel more special or spoiled than spending the night with my mother's parents, and that's saying something given the fact that I am the youngest child in my family and was doted on plenty by my parents. They lived across the street from us, so I could walk there, little suitcase in hand. We’d play round after round of dominoes and checkers, and, when I was older, Boggle and Scrabble. My grandmother would serve me Butter Pecan cookies, or ask me to join in their nightly snack of cheese and crackers. She'd have a washcloth and towel waiting for me on the bathroom sink, and she'd turn down the bed covers for me. In the morning, my cereal bowl would be waiting for me on the kitchen table, with a Kellogg's individual-serving box right beside it.
3. Lazy days at the pool. I spent a large part of my summer at our township pool, and even though I never learned how to swim correctly (I still have trouble putting my face in the water when I swim), I loved the sense of playfulness and weightlessness that water brings. I haven't seen that pool in years, but I've heard that the sand that had surrounded the pool itself (presumably in an attempt to make the pool seem more like a lake?) has been replaced with standard grass. Progress? You decide.
4. Bicycle trips to the library. I'm not sure the age at which I began riding my bike to the library, but it signaled a new-found sense of independence for me. I went every week; the basket on the front of my bike was filled with books to be returned and books I'd just borrowed. (Oh, yes, I was the biggest. geek. ever.) Looking back at, I can't imagine letting Sean or Allie ride their bikes as far as I did on those trips to the library (several miles, including crossing over a major highway), especially with no helmet, but as everyone says when doing this meme, times were different.
5. My dad. Of course.
Heather at Was That My Outloud Voice tagged me for a meme ages ago. I'm finally getting around to it. Sorry for the delay, Heather!
Boiler plate text: But first the rules to this meme game: Remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump every one up one place; add your blog's name in the #5 spot; link to each of the other blogs for the desired cross pollination effect.
1. Marti http://marti2212.blogspot.com/
2. Melody http://melslifeinanutshell.blogspot.com
3. -A- http://motherswork.blogspot.com
4. Heather http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com
5. Suzanne http://mimilou.blogspot.com
Next: select new friends to add to the pollen count. (No one is obligated to participate -- [Edited to add: Really. Feel free to ignore if you don't like memes. And if you've done this one and I've just overlooked it, sign me up for How to Increase Your Powers of Observation classes.]).
1. Gina http://www.objustanotherday.blogspot.com/
2. Amy http://thispieceofwork.blogspot.com
3. Rebecca http://ministones.blogspot.com/
4. Julie http://thebookworm.blogspot.com/
5. Marie http://practigal.typepad.com/practigal/
Let the game begin.
What 5 things do you miss about your childhood?
1. The sense of freedom I felt ambling about my neighborhood, with or without playmates. I went on grand adventures with my dog (whom I used to force into serving as pet dog to my Gulliver, with Fisher Price Little People-come-Lilliputians tucked under her collar), explored every nook and cranny of the alleys that served as the backyards on my street, climbed trees with reckless abandon, and never felt scared or uneasy.
2. Sleepovers at my grandparents. Nothing made me feel more special or spoiled than spending the night with my mother's parents, and that's saying something given the fact that I am the youngest child in my family and was doted on plenty by my parents. They lived across the street from us, so I could walk there, little suitcase in hand. We’d play round after round of dominoes and checkers, and, when I was older, Boggle and Scrabble. My grandmother would serve me Butter Pecan cookies, or ask me to join in their nightly snack of cheese and crackers. She'd have a washcloth and towel waiting for me on the bathroom sink, and she'd turn down the bed covers for me. In the morning, my cereal bowl would be waiting for me on the kitchen table, with a Kellogg's individual-serving box right beside it.
3. Lazy days at the pool. I spent a large part of my summer at our township pool, and even though I never learned how to swim correctly (I still have trouble putting my face in the water when I swim), I loved the sense of playfulness and weightlessness that water brings. I haven't seen that pool in years, but I've heard that the sand that had surrounded the pool itself (presumably in an attempt to make the pool seem more like a lake?) has been replaced with standard grass. Progress? You decide.
4. Bicycle trips to the library. I'm not sure the age at which I began riding my bike to the library, but it signaled a new-found sense of independence for me. I went every week; the basket on the front of my bike was filled with books to be returned and books I'd just borrowed. (Oh, yes, I was the biggest. geek. ever.) Looking back at, I can't imagine letting Sean or Allie ride their bikes as far as I did on those trips to the library (several miles, including crossing over a major highway), especially with no helmet, but as everyone says when doing this meme, times were different.
5. My dad. Of course.
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