Navigating through life away from the library.
Navigating through life away from the library.

Small Talk Six Vivid Childhood Memories

Today’s Small Talk Six topic is to list 6 vivid childhood memories.

I have so many that involve so many wonderful people and places, so here goes:

4 yrs old ~ My aunt, Phyllis, and I were out shopping and we walked into a furniture store and I saw this beautiful red-headed doll lying on one of the beds and I just had to have her. Naturally, the doll wasn’t for sale. But I could not leave the store without that doll. I begged and pleaded and shed a few tears. Not a temper tantrum, mind you, my aunt would have backhanded me (you could do that in those days). I was just in love. My aunt talked to one of the sales reps and we walked out with the doll. And 32 years later, Kareena is still a part of my life….even though she freaks out my family.

6 yrs old ~ This was back in the days before everything on the playground was safety coated and rubberized for our protection…. My sisters and I were outside playing at the playground and my little sister, who was about 2 at the time, was walking behind a swing when ~POW~ the thing hit her right in the middle of her forehead. Did I mention it was a metal baby swing? Yeah, really. It knocked her out cold. We watched in horror as this enormous knot formed ~ it was all black and blue and looked an awful lot like an elephant’s trunk (or, at least, that’s the way I remember it looking). To our amazement, the doctor said except for the knot my sister would be fine. I vividly remember wanting to kill the guy who pushed the swing into my sister’s face.

7 yrs old ~ My entire family on my dad’s side decided to go to my grandparents’ vacation home in Spotsylvania County, Virginia for Christmas. Everyone was there ~ my aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. And my dad, uncles and grandfather decided to cut down a tree…so off to the woods they went….these guys found the tallest tree in the world and dragged it into the house. The tree was so tall that my uncle had to go upstairs to the balcony to put the star on it. Then, to our amazement, my uncle unfurled a giant Christmas stocking full of candy and little toys. For the grand finale, my grandfather brought out the most magnificent gingerbread house ever created. To this day, I don’t know what any of us received for Christmas but I do remember the celebration. That was the last time our entire family would be together.

8 yrs old ~ Watching my dad remove the seeds from his marijuana on our record covers. He used to store the dried leaves in 35mm film canisters. It wasn’t until I was in my 20s that I realized that everyone was, in fact, not smoking weed but storing film for their cameras.

12 yrs old ~ On my first Sunday back at church after living with my dad in Washington, D.C. for a year, the pastor, Eld. Ephraim, stood up in the pulpit and said “The prodigal daughter has returned.” I didn’t know that everyone at church had been praying that I would come back to Colorado nor did I realize how much everyone had missed me (or how much I had missed them).

14 yrs old ~ My stepdad was a prankster when we were kids. How my mom survived us is beyond me. Anyway, I remember one day my dad was feeling particularly froggy and started slapping us in the forehead with raw bacon. Disgusting! Even worse, he later cooked it and ate it. Anyway, that set off a chain of events that is legendary in our household. Let’s just say it ended with my sisters and I running through the house with pitchers of water, my dad soaking wet and my mother grounding us all.

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