Post Edited (Howlyncat) : 10/19/2007 12:47:27 PM (GMT-6)
I remember being little. Care-free never having to worry about anything in life. I practically lived outside. It was the greatest thing ever. I would play outside all day long and ever sleep outside if I could. I played catch, I ran around anywhere. I was an explorer. I live in the country and on a dead end road so no worries when I ran around the neighborhood. Growing up with a few brothers and all of there friends that practically lived with us, I could beat up anyone who tried to take me!
But, I always loved just doing whatever I felt like. Climbing trees. Making clubs. Talk about redneck, I didnt know what sun screen was! I would stay out with the guys playing ball of day and never get tired! I guess growing up with a bunch of guys has made me stronger though. I loved it. I wasnt into playing dolls or nothing much. I would rather have been outside running around. Running around just being a kid. Playing hide-in-seek. Our neighborhood was full of kids so we all got together at one persons house and would play hide-in-go seek. Good memories! I was crazy back then. I loved being fearless. I would try anything. I wasnt afraid of getting hurt and when I did I shrugged it off and kept going. I never cried over anything. I was so strong. It was so nice not to worry about anything and just be so free from everything.
That has all changed now of course. I dont go out much. I dont find things enjoyable anymore. Its like childhood has been stripped away never to occur again. I miss it alot. I wish I didnt have to worry about things so much. I wish I was so care-free and could do anything. Now all I do is worry and stay so stressed by everything. The world seems so different than what I thought it was as a kid. I knew it was big, but I didnt realize it was so important. Those were the good ol' days....
Post Edited (Howlyncat) : 10/19/2007 12:48:06 PM (GMT-6)
A slip of the foot you may soon recover,
but a slip of the tongue you may never get over.
Great topic Big Sis.
1. I loved going to the beach in the summer, loved the water, water skiing on the Mississippi and bonfires on the beach. Burned hot dogs, sand between my toes, and driving fast boats.
2. I loved learning to drive and cars, with big fins and lots of horse power............I think I was into speed............gas was 25 cents a gallon. For $1.00 I could drive a long time.
3. I loved the rock and roll of Elvis, Buddy Holly, The Beach Boys, Jan and Dean, the Everly Brothers, Ricky Nelson and of course Motown Music. Not to be left out, Minnesota's own Bob Dylan.
4. I loved to go on double dates, to the movies, the drive in movies, the pizza parlor, and or course crusin Main Street.
5. I loved singing in the 8th grade chior, if only I had a good voice, but I still loved being a part of it.
6. I loved my Dad and how he would call me his Doll like I was really wonderful.........................I will remember that always. I was his only child. I loved the feeling of being cherished and comforted by my Dad.
OK, Lets do the twist.......................one more time now.
Post Edited (wen4003) : 10/24/2007 8:01:05 AM (GMT-6)
What wonderful memories you have. I always wished I had siblings but was raised an only child. I had lots of cousins and we would have company for the holidays.
I remember the wonderful smell of the Turkey cooking. In the afternoon my cousins and I would go to the movies. No big family rooms back then. We would walk down town in the cold crisp snow and the theater smelled of popcorn and wet wool.
Double features were wonderful. Then back home for the left overs. My Mom made great pumpkin pies.
I miss being a kid.
I just reread your post.........bread pudding..........oh my, I may faint, my favorite, warm with sauce and a little ice cream on the side.
Please send me some during the holidays.
My Mom made Mincemeat Pie.........now just what the heck is a Mince Meat? Yucky. Oh whoops, good memories. The Apple pies were great and pumpkin too.
Thanks Lyn, I'll make to keep posting as I think of more stories - it really has been fun. You and Kitt better enjoy that bread pudding - oh, it's so gross. So is mincemeat, don't want any of that either. yuck!!!!
Oh My Gosh, I forgot all about this thread. Glad you brought it back up Lyn. Let's see what other story I can think of now to tell everyone.
I remember getting my first real job - I was a waitress in the only restaurant in town. I lived in a very tiny town and there was one of everything - the four-corner store, 1 gas station, etc. I was not quite 16 when I started working, the couple who owned the restaurant were great - they taught me everything - not just waitressing. That's also where I learned to be a soda-jerk, make banana splits and whatever other ice cream concoctions people wanted, and I also learned how to be a short order cook for breakfast and lunch.
The owners got to the point that they gave me the keys to the restaurant so that I could open up and get things going for the day. The business there was pretty good and for being such a small place, I made some decent tips. Especially during Hunting Season. We would be open by 4:00am (yup I was there) and we were soooo busy that the only thing I could do was waitress - no cooking, the couple did that. But if I thought that Mike (the husband) wasn't moving fast enough because he was too busy yakking with the guys, I would go behind the counter and get what needed from the grill. HEHE - I got my hand slapped more than once for pulling that little trick - LOL.
Man, I made out AWESOME during hunting season - tips were great, same customers day after day and I always got free meals because I worked my tushi off. Most of the customers I knew and was able to joke around with them while on the fly and when I did screw up an order (rarely at that point though), the guys would tease me unmercifully. But it was all in good fun. After they got done hunting for the day or were able to get their deer, they were back for more food. We stayed open later than normal during hunting season too in order to get as much business as we could.
I loved working right from this first job. Since then I have had a few other waitressing and short order cooking jobs, as well as an Assistant Manager in a Restaurant. I guess working there all through high school really paid off for me. I hated school and would much rather have been working any way .
That's pretty much it for this story. I so enjoyed working there, that was one of the highlights of my teenage years.
Thanks for letting me share,
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A slip of the foot you may soon recover, but a slip of the tongue you may never get over.
Oh my Big Sis,
You want high school stories. I walked 10 miles one way to a one room school in the woods in shoes that were stuffed with newpaper to keep my feet warm................lol. Not on your life did I do that. Must have heard about someone who did.
I worked as a waitress, starting when I was 15, in a sandwich & ice cream shop. They also made homemade hand rolled candy. When I had to go up to the third floor to get the candy I was always rewarded with a chocolate by the owner. The smell of the chocolate has stayed with me forever. I wonder if I should invent a chocolate scent for a perfume? :)