favorite childhood memory
kristin, the scandanvian demi-goddess, in an attempt to break me from my current blog draught, asked me to post my childhood memory...
it took a long time to respond - and not because i'm lazy (well, not *just* because...)
no single memory stands out - and don't take this to mean i'm whining about having a bad childhood...quite the contrary - i think i had a great childhood...
so rather than recounting my single finest childhood memory, i'll recount a bunch of the most notable ones...
note:for the purpose of this post, since i never really left childhood, let's consider anything under 18
- the smell of the house on thanksgiving
- doing a reading in church for my first communion; my dad did one as well...
- 12 o clock mass and my dad insisting he did not fall asleep
- whiffle ball in the backyard
- watching pro wrestling on tv - my brother taking me to see it live in a high school gym
- playing tennis 5 or 6 hours a day with friends
- learning how to program computers from one of my favorite teachers ever (who teaches part time at my college now...)
- my parents filling up a little inflatable pool for me in the backyard
- dad's bbq chicken
- mom's chicken soup
- (with those 2 no longer available, no wonder i am a vegetarian now)
- my dog freaking out when anyone rattled a potato chip bag
- hating school until late in high school
- buying bowie's ziggy stardust for 3.99
- my first 8 track
- hearing bohemian rhapsody for the first time
- going to high school and pro sporting events with my brother
- riding to high school in a friends car that had no heater - and alternately spewed smoke
- intentionally losing at risk at a friends' house so i could watch tv
- having a crush on a friend's sister
- being an altar boy
- being with my mom as she cleaned the church
- walking down to my grandfather's house - who i am named after - the only grandparent i remember well
- playing football with friends
- reading the jim thorpe story a bunch of time and 100's of other sports' biographies
- being into the olympics
- the culture shock of going from catholic grade school to public high school
- finding out that nonreligious friends of mine were good people
- two words: laurie partridge
- all my pets
- my dad laughing at cartoons
- my mom - being my mom (struggled to put it better - can't)
- my sister's bleach blonde hair
- my brother's oldsmobile
- my other brother's crazy friends
i guess when the day is done, the memories surround the great parents and family i have...this was harder than i thought and slightly cathartic - try it...
i miss you mom and dad!
anyone else want to contribute a topic, feel free to leave it in comments...
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Thank you. That was lovely.
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