it’s a good one.
leave me a comment here, telling me your best childhood memory and one of you will win a print from my shop. your choice.
**but wait, theres more!** anyone who buys a print from my shop from now until next friday {august 21}. any print, or original for that matter. will be entered to win this o.r.i.g.i.n.a.l. !! yes. siree. just leave me a comment in the buyers note that you would like to be entered. it’s just like that.
{she had so much to teach them. acrylic on canvas board. 9×14.}
my favorite childhood memory is of long california nights spent at my uncle’s house. my brother and i were allowed everything and denied nothing. it was kid-bliss. swimming pools, diving boards, in&out french fries, rootbeer floats with chocolate chip ice cream dripping down the side of the cup onto the patio. i loved the days when no one cared if your feet were bare and dirty or if you made it in bed by dark.
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August 15, 2009 at 9:38 am
My best childhood memory is just thinking about my best friend, Tammy Montag. Tammy lived next door. Our mothers didn’t like one another and hated that we were best friends but we were. Tammy hard a record player. She had the song ‘Mr. PurPle People Eater” and “Monster Mash”. We choreographed elaborate dances to go with those songs and performed them endlessly. Tammy and I spent as much time together as we possibly could. Sometimes, after we learned to write, after supper and after our parents said we had to stay in our own homes, be with our own families, Tammy and I would write each other notes all evening, holding them up to the windows: she in her dining room, me in my bedroom. Those two rooms were only a few feet apart. We didn’t really say anything but what we were really doing was saying: I like you and I like that you like me.
August 16, 2009 at 1:05 pm
Oh! I so love the story above! (I love your artwork even more, so here’s hopin’ I win the print
My favorite childhood memories come from summers spent at my Granny’s house in the country. There is something so pure and free about being in the country. I could drive Granny’s car on the dirt roads at 10 years old and no one seemed to care. We ran around barefoot, but were always careful of snakes. We spent endless hours jumping off the dock into the clear green lake water, and laughed when the little fish nibbled at our toes. At night we ran around trying to catch fireflies in mason jars, and occasionally took a flash light and a row boat out on the water to look for alligators. Those were some of the best days of my life, what I would give to be so carefree again.
August 16, 2009 at 6:44 pm
My best friend Jackie and I decided to build a boat one summer. We lived on the lake and so this seemed like a logical plan. We spent the better part of the summer dragging scrap wood into her backyard. I am not sure we always asked permission…we just dragged whatever we found to our pile. Our flatbottom boat took form but we started to see the flaw in our plan (or lack there of). There were cracks between the boards and water would surly seep in.
The plan: we would fill the cracks with chewing gum. We went through a lot of gum.
Launch day: we dragged our flatbottom boat to the shores and with a couple of canoe paddles off we went.
We didn’t make it very far before we realized that our boat was moving in two directions; as we paddled, our boat moved forward but as much progress as we were making forward we were also slowly sinking towards the bottom of the lake.
The moral of the story: chewing gum is not water tight.
August 18, 2009 at 3:18 pm
Thank you for stopping by my blog! I do so enjoy spreading that Etsy love!
My favorite childhood memory is less detailed than the others….but I really fondly look back on spending summers at my grandparents’ house….filled bowls with fresh-picked blackberries because we knew that we’d be able to pour them over ice cream when we took them into the house….picking Queen Anne’s Lace and Grandma putting it in a vase with a few drops of food coloring, so that we could watch the pretty white flowers change color….hiking in the woods with Grandpa and tiptoeing because we wanted to see a deer *SO* badly.
August 18, 2009 at 4:12 pm
lovely!
my best childhood memory would probably be going to JC Penny’s with my whole family. My dad would entertain all of us kids by using the entire store as hide-and-seek grounds. Maybe not the safest thing to do, but it sure was fun!
August 18, 2009 at 5:07 pm
Dad did Dad things with Michael and I wasn’t into the things Mom was unless it involved a crayon. If Michael ran fast, I wanted to run faster and I really, really wanted Dad to see me do it.
Every evening, right around sundown, Dad would go for a run in only his shorts… nodding at the neighbors and ending in a sprint. Michael wanted in- probably assuming it was something I couldn’t do the way the boys could. Michael takes his shirt off and stands by dad, ready to go. I jump up. I’m ready too!
One thing, though. There’s one thing that makes us all different. I’ve got a shirt on. Why do I need a shirt if they don’t have one?
“Dad, can I take my shirt off too? Like you guys?”
“Sure. If that’s what you want”.
So, there we are. Three of us jogging- side by side, shirtless. In my memory, it’s always the three of us and I was never any different than those too. To me, that day represents who our family is…even to this day.
August 18, 2009 at 9:08 pm
Growing up in southern Illinois there were many days the sirens mounted to the Piggly-Wiggly food store would sound a tornado warning. As a kid I can remember it being an exciting time, sipping hot chocolate and listening to the radio, mom keeping tabs of the storm. This day was different though; Ronnie and I had gone fishing, we had 15 bluegills when we heard the siren but either of us gave it a second though. It wasn’t until the wind hit about 40mph and throwing a bobber and worm was like flying a kite did we mount our bikes. As we peddled towards home the rain jumping off the asphalt, wind whipping bluegills everywhere two boys drenched.
Thanks for staying with me Ronnie Morgan, Cuba Il 1968
August 19, 2009 at 2:04 am
One of my favorite memories is of a time when my sister, my dad and I were on our way back home from spending a couple of weeks in Mexico. It was pouring rain so fast that there were flash flood warnings. We got to the airport exhausted and ready to snooze on the plane ride home when the announcement came that our flight was cancelled until the weather cleared up, which wasn’t going to be anytime soon. Most passengers rented a hotel room for the night but we couldn’t because we spent literally every last dime we had in accapulco (and it was worth it). All my dad had was a credit card but the hotel wouldn’t accept it and the atm was broken so we spent the night in the airport. My sister and I were so giddy from exhaustion that we laughed and laughed telling eachother stupid jokes. We pretended that we were going to steal a plane and go home on our own but joked that we wouldn’t know how to fly it so we were just going to have to drive it on the highway back to the states. There we were, two almost teens singing “head out on the highway, lookin for adventure” at midnight in the Mexico city airport, cracking up like it was the funniest thing we had ever heard. My dad kept trying to quiet us down because we were disturbing the other passengers trying to sleep on the airport benches, but we couldn’t help it because we were so tired and hungry. At one point my dad went to the bathroom and came out all excited because he found some change on the floor. So he went to the vending machine and we all split a bag of pretzels for dinner. We all just started cracking up at how crappy of a situation we were in. If my sister and I ever need a good laugh all we have to do is remind eachother of that night. On paper it sounds pretty dumb though so I Guess it’s one of those ones where you had to be there. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to remember it Britt
August 20, 2009 at 11:23 pm
My favorite childhood memory is a little kooky.
It was the fourth of July and my family was setting off fireworks in the backyard. I was a little scared of them, so I sat back and watched from afar and contented myself with sparkler. As my dad was setting off one of the biggest fireworks we had, I started getting warm. REALLY warm. I wondered why it had gotten so hot so suddenly when I looked down and saw that my pajamas had caught fire from the sparkler.
Of course I forgot to stop, drop and roll. Instead, I ran. Not sure why, but it’s what I did. My dad, seeing what was going on, ran from the firework he just set off, grabbed the coke he was drinking, and poured it on me to put the fire out. Just as it sizzled away, our huge firework went off and we all stopped, my dad shaking from fear I was going to be scarred forever and me sticky and scared, to watch the lights.
After I washed off and changed into new clothes, I wasn’t scared to get close to the fireworks anymore. I knew my dad would keep me safe.