I'm the one with the widows peek snorting water out of my nose:p
This was me! Non matching shoe laces, hideous pants and all but life was good while holding that lollipop:p
I was 6 and living in probably the smallest town known to man somewhere in the heart of Pennsylvania. Our town had one main road with no stop lights, a post office and one tiny gas station. "It's a good place to raise a family," I'd hear my dad say growing up, all the while knowing he wanted to be anywhere but there...Now that I think about it, he was right...Glen Hope is the sort of place famous country singers write songs about. It's that slow town where everyone knows your name and where Mr. and Mrs. Pearl, on those hot summer days, give Popsicles out to all the neighboring children. It is full of first of the month church potlucks, American flags and grandma and grandpa in their rockers watching the world pass by. You couldn't walk down a street or side walk without seeing the childhood games of Tic Tac Toe and Hop Scotch drawn out in squirrely chalk...Between that and the jump ropes every kid owned, life didn't get much better...Summer was my favorite time of year. It was full of frequent trips to the local swimming hole, later bedtimes due to longer days, The smells of Grandad grilling while we played Kick The Can and caught fire flies by the jar. Running bare footed, I would eat my weight in watermelon while taking special care to also raid my grandma's berry bushes every chance I got:p This was the age of jelly shoes, penny candy and a time where EVERYONE drank Pepsi out of a can. During those years, kids didn't play video games or spend hours upon hours watching T.V. Nope, mom and dad booted their butts outside and used catch phrases like "Go get the stink blown off of you." My own mother used this one a lot! These are just a few of the happy memories I have. I've always appreciated that I have them, but lately I've been acknowleding them more then normal. It could be that I've finally realized I'm getting older and older and further away form theses memories. Or it could be all the recent stress development at work doing it...Either way, thank you for letting me share:) Writing about those days do a lot for my in ability to relax, Ha! What about ya'll? I'd love to hear what you remember being great as a kid:)
A must edit: Two nights in a row I've been accosted by ugly little creatures of this earth! Last night I was out walking Bella when her and I was attacked by a very white and very hyper bat, EKK! While just now I was out, yet again, walking my puppy and as soon as my feet hit the sidewalk across the street from our apartment, fifteen humungo flying cockroaches started running at my feet! NOT really liking Georgia at night right now... 