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Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Childhood... 30 Things: Day 20

Describe 3 significant memories from your childhood.

Yikes. This is hard for me. I don't really know what to put down as "significant." I had a very wonderful childhood, and was very sheltered.  I really didn't know that bad things happened. And I think most of the significant points in my childhood happened when I was very young, so I don't really have a true memory - more like a memory formed from the various stories that have been told over the years.

I vaguely remember my Papa, who was my mom's father. I was only three when he passed away. But I can still remember him sitting in his chair in the corner of the living room, and the LOVE that radiated from him. I always felt so safe and happy when I was at my Nanny and Papa's house. He would let me sit in his lap and play for hours. I think I remember him sitting me on the kitchen table and letting me eat icecream out of the gallon Schwan's bucket. I say think, because sometimes I can't tell if I actually remember that, or I have just remembered people telling me that.  But what I DO remember is the feeling of pure JOY it was to be with them both. I was fortunate enough to have my Nanny until about two years ago - and I can say the same for her. She just radiated LOVE for me.

I also remember kindergarten. I was really scared to go and leave my Mom. I had terrible, terrible separation anxiety to the point where I was convinced something would happen while I was away and I wouldn't ever be able to see/get to my Mom in time. But - I remember something happening. I quickly came out of my shell and was the bossiest kid EVER. I would sit on my teacher's lap and do lunch count and the calendar and word of the day. Every. day. And I loved it. I gained so much confidence! Kindergarten was good for me.

The last significant memory I have is when my little brother, Zach, shot me with his BB gun. It didn't even break the skin, but I remember the look of absolute panic on his face. We were down in the neighbor's driveway (where I am almost positive we shouldn't have been - there was a line my Dad spray painted on our road we couldn't pass, and the neighbor's was WAY past that!). I have no CLUE why he had his BB gun OR why/how he shot me. But he did. And he ran as fast as his little legs would carry him to go get our parents because I was crying. I knew then, that he would always be there to save me - even when he was the cause of the trouble!!


  1. Bahaha! I am just picturing the BB gun incident and cracking up!

    1. I am sure you can imagine the whine-bag drama queen I was. Hehe. I milked that for alllll it was worth.