I was watching a commercial or some show today. Obviously, it didn’t mean much to me; but I did catch the words, bring the child out in you.
I thought about it for a while and went back in time, remembering what made me happy as a child. It actually was a little difficult. Some things came easy. Other things, I am still thinking about; because surely there was more than what I thought of right a way.
I remember playing with my dolls outside under the big oak tree. I would lay a blanket on the grass. Smooth out all the wrinkles. Carry out my home-made doll bed, which was filled with baby dolls and all the equipment I would need, and I played all afternoon.
I remember I loved to read, which is now something I can’t do; because I can’t concentrate any longer. I loved Nancy Drew books. I would climb on my bed after supper and TV time was over and read until mom said, “lights out Terry”.
I remember I loved to ride my bike. A brand new birthday bike from my parents with clothes line clips holding cards from a deck of cards, a special horn on the front handle bars. and of course, it was a pretty pink for girls. I rode it every chance I got, and I also remember, i got into more trouble in those days, because I would ride to far or stay out too long.
I remember getting to stay up on Friday nights. I remember going to the ice-cream stand on hot, summer, Saturday evenings. I remember laying in my grandparents glider swing with a soft pillow and rocking myself until I fell asleep with the cool, covered porch breezes.
Being a kid for me was fun. I was lucky. I wasn’t involved with grown-up decisions or watch any drama between my parents. I remember my favorite foods were potato salad and warm cherry pie with ice-cream on top.
It feels good to go back in to those innocent good days. Being a kid wasn’t so bad after all.
Do any of you care to share some of your kid memories with me? I would love to read your comments.