* Going to my Grandma + Grandpa Freemans house in TOWN (oh yes, that was a big deal). Getting to watch cable (uh huh, told you it was a big deal), watching Pinwheel + Romper Room + old school Nickelodeon + Woody Woodpecker + I Love Lucy + My Three Sons + Paddington Bear + I Dream of Jeanie. Playing outside with all my "town" friends. Riding my bike to the playground right up the street. I had amazing times there!!!
I can feel the water works starting...
* Going for walks with my Grandpa Strong out the road past our farm (where I still go on walks as often as I can). I can remember one time I saw all these beautiful wild roses and they smelled sooooo sweet. I told my Grandpa how much I loved them and he took out his pocket knife and got me one. I looked at his hand when he handed it to me and saw he was bleeding from a thorn. He never even uttered a word, just wrapped his handkerchief around his hand.
Yep, tears streaming down my face...
* Countless amazing days spent with my bestie Shari. We rode bikes almost daily. We would ride from her driveway down to the intersection and back again, over and over and over again. We had lots of sleepovers that included INSANE amounts of laughing. We did tons together (football games, shopping, movies, out to dinner) she was the sister I never had.
* Summer days spent on my Aunt Graces farm. Helping (or trying to help) milk the goats, feeding the animals, steering clear of the geese (seriously, why are geese so mean!), eating ham sandwiches with bbq chips of them, graham crackers spread with peanut butter then dipping them in hot tea (I still eat both of those to this day and have passed the graham cracker + tea bit onto my littles).
* My Mama telling me "oh go ahead and put your roller skates on then go down the hill...I’m sure if you start at the bottom by that sign you won't go THAT fast". Uh huh, well, by the time I got to the bottom of the hill I was flying and thought my wheels were going to fly off my skates. Somehow (no clue how) I didn't fall down. We still laugh hard about that.
* The yearly anticipation for family to come in for "family camp". Nights spent there sleeping in bunk beds with cousins, tons of laughs, hugs, watermelon seed spitting contests, late night fires, 4 wheeler rides, amazing food, Aunt Vi's teeth out (a highlight for sure) and on and on and on. I so wish my children could experience just once what it was like back then.
* The yearly summer vacation to the beach with my Mama and Grandma. We had LOTS of good times (and good food) there!!!
All equally amazing memories. And now that I've successfully bawled my way through this post, I think it's time I dried up my eyes. Moral of the story, don't let life pass you by. Recognize and appreciate the good memories.