The Best of Memories
Happy Monday morning, friends! It is a beautiful sunny day here in the Springs. Just a few wispy clouds around the Front Range. Usually the mornings here remind me what a great place I live in. If you have never traveled here, mark us down for July or August and you will have a wonderful vacation! If you live here, congratulations! Anyway, I was thinking about what to write and the word "memories" popped into my brain. If you have a blog, match mine and tell me about some of your favorite memories. At a minimum, you should at least comment a memory if you do not have a blog.
Starting real young, my parents used to take the family to Pagosa Springs for the 4th of July weekend. We had a great unit that had a loft, spiral stairs and a huge hot tub in the basement. My dad taught me how to fish in the lakes there and I remember catching a perch on an empty hook. I have a picture in my scrapbook of my dad holding a line of fish next to me that were half my size.
To match with Pagosa, we did a lot of picnic lunches in Cheyenne Canyon. We would all truck out there in our station wagon and have a lunch next to the stream (usually BBQ with potato salad and chips). The dog would chase the squirrels and I would chase the frisbee's I was unable to catch. Those were the days when my sister actually liked the outdoors.
My dad and I used to have "dates" all the time. Sometimes it would be dinner; sometimes we would go to Garden of the Gods for a walk. Most of the time he would take me to Manitou Springs where we would play the penny arcade. The nights were filled with skeeball, picture booths, duck shooting and anything that cost fewer than 2 dollars from the prize counter. (Usually bouncy balls - I love bouncy balls!)
My sister used to draw a circle in the carpet with her finger and we would play "Tiger and Unicorn." She was the tiger, I was the unicorn. I would prance around her circle until she caught me. Then she would tickle me relentlessly. One time I peed in my drawers and then I would get away by telling her I was going to do it again. She used to turn out the lights and chase me around the dining room table when mom and dad were gone. One knock to my head on that table and she decided that wasn't the best thing to do. I would sleep with her once in a while when she was nice enough to let me. We would draw an imaginary line down the sheet so we would have our own sides. Never worked - we'd wake up sprawled all over each other. She washed her face with Seabreeze and had a music box that played Greensleaves. Silver ball candy, Breyer horses and mixed cassettes. She sent me the biggest teddy bear I had seen for Christmas after she left for the army. Old memories lead to newer memories of flea markets, late night laughs and horse back rides. I loved painting her nails the eve of her wedding last year.
Singing to "Cold as Ice" by Foreigner in the car. Playing "Slug-Bug" and calling out the white horses as we zoomed by. Counting the dots on the top of the car's ceiling and trying not to get car sick after doing so.
Okay, so I got some memories out there. More than letting you in on my memories, once I start thinking about them, I think of more and more. It is nice to think of those times and see how far you have come and what you have learned. So, share some with me, k? It is going to be a long day in the call center.
Starting real young, my parents used to take the family to Pagosa Springs for the 4th of July weekend. We had a great unit that had a loft, spiral stairs and a huge hot tub in the basement. My dad taught me how to fish in the lakes there and I remember catching a perch on an empty hook. I have a picture in my scrapbook of my dad holding a line of fish next to me that were half my size.
To match with Pagosa, we did a lot of picnic lunches in Cheyenne Canyon. We would all truck out there in our station wagon and have a lunch next to the stream (usually BBQ with potato salad and chips). The dog would chase the squirrels and I would chase the frisbee's I was unable to catch. Those were the days when my sister actually liked the outdoors.
My dad and I used to have "dates" all the time. Sometimes it would be dinner; sometimes we would go to Garden of the Gods for a walk. Most of the time he would take me to Manitou Springs where we would play the penny arcade. The nights were filled with skeeball, picture booths, duck shooting and anything that cost fewer than 2 dollars from the prize counter. (Usually bouncy balls - I love bouncy balls!)
My sister used to draw a circle in the carpet with her finger and we would play "Tiger and Unicorn." She was the tiger, I was the unicorn. I would prance around her circle until she caught me. Then she would tickle me relentlessly. One time I peed in my drawers and then I would get away by telling her I was going to do it again. She used to turn out the lights and chase me around the dining room table when mom and dad were gone. One knock to my head on that table and she decided that wasn't the best thing to do. I would sleep with her once in a while when she was nice enough to let me. We would draw an imaginary line down the sheet so we would have our own sides. Never worked - we'd wake up sprawled all over each other. She washed her face with Seabreeze and had a music box that played Greensleaves. Silver ball candy, Breyer horses and mixed cassettes. She sent me the biggest teddy bear I had seen for Christmas after she left for the army. Old memories lead to newer memories of flea markets, late night laughs and horse back rides. I loved painting her nails the eve of her wedding last year.
Singing to "Cold as Ice" by Foreigner in the car. Playing "Slug-Bug" and calling out the white horses as we zoomed by. Counting the dots on the top of the car's ceiling and trying not to get car sick after doing so.
Okay, so I got some memories out there. More than letting you in on my memories, once I start thinking about them, I think of more and more. It is nice to think of those times and see how far you have come and what you have learned. So, share some with me, k? It is going to be a long day in the call center.
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