Childhood Meme

My friend Suzanne from the always wonderful Mimilou just tagged me with this and to show how prompt I am, I am doing it on practically the same day! No, I'm not obsessive at all!

Boiler plate text: But first the rules to this meme game: Remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump every one up one place; add your blog's name in the #5 spot; link to each of the other blogs for the desired cross pollination effect.

1. Melody http://melslifeinanutshell.blogspot.com
2. -A- http://motherswork.blogspot.com
3. Heather http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com
4. Suzanne http://mimilou.blogspot.com
5. Gina http://objustanotherday.blogspot.com

Next: select new friends to add to the pollen count. (No one is obligated to participate) -- {Edited by Gina to add- But if you don't, just know that I will be sobbing into my pillow at night, thinking you don't like me... But no pressure at all.}

1. Suzanne http://lifinthesuburbs.blogspot.com
2. Mel http://melodee128.blogspot.com
3. AC http://anvilcloud.blogspot.com
4. Karla http://untanglingknots.blogspot.com
5. Heather http://fumblingforwords.blogspot.com

Let the game begin.

What 5 things do you miss about your childhood?

1. The fact that I thought my parents were perfect and invincible, especially my father. I took great comfort in "knowing" this, that if anything at all were to go wrong, they would be there to take care of it. My faith in them was completely unwavering, their word was rule. It was hard to take as I grew older that they were of course, human and fallible. I held them up on such a pedestal, it was hard to take them off. I love them no less, but it was definitely time to grow up in that regard.

2. The utter self confidence that I had. Seriously, I was fairly bulletproof. I was honor roll, very good at sports, popular, and was told that I was pretty. I was already 5'4" in 8th grade, and I think I intimidated the heck out of everyone at my small parochial school. It seemed as if no one could touch me, and the world was waiting to be my cliched oyster. I was to learn the hard way that wasn't necessarily so. I am still confident now, but much more wary and suspicious than I ever was as a child.

3. My maternal grandparents. They were German, loud, and could cook vast amounts of wonderful food. I played games with my Opa, who mercilessly beat me at every game, from Connect Four to War to Frisbee, until I finally learned how to beat him. My Oma was a drama queen, always ready with a huge hug and calling me her "schnekenoodle" (I'm positive the spelling on that is wrong) which was some kind of German cookie or something. My Opa thought he was still on the Autobahn and drove like a maniac, while my Oma loved watering her vast array of gorgeous plants. I miss them very much.

4. Being able to eat any darn thing I wanted to. I was very skinny and was constantly being told by everyone to eat, eat! So, I ate and ate, my family used to joke that I had a hollow leg. Well, I still carry some of those eating habits, but the metabolism to balance that out is now sadly kaput.

5. That my most pressing problem on any given day was what to do with my hair that day, and was my homework finished? Heck, I had a uniform, so I didn't even have to worry about what I was going to wear. No mortgage, no bills, no laundry to fold...

Comments

Suzanne said…
I miss the days of parental infallibility, too. There have been many times as an adult when I wish my parents would have been able to swoop in and fix a problem for me, with no need for second-guessing on my part.
6:49 AM
Suzanne said…
Hopping right on it Gina, please don't sob into your pillow! Give me a few days to contemplate. :)

There is, however, a typo in the address for my site as you posted it...

Suzanne
6:18 PM
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