1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.
7 comments:
Well, our most stand-out memory would have to be our many talks in the apricot tree or was it peach? But, another favorite memory was our never-ending game of rummy that we swore we would keep playing throughout the years until the nursing home! I know I kept the score sheet for a long time, even took it on my mission with me, but I regret to say, that I don't know where it is now! LOL!
Hmmm... The first time I met you, I honestly can't remember. As far as I knew, you and your family were a part of our family (though regretfully, it doesn't feel that way now, as all I know about you and your family is what I hear from Karen. -She is far better at staying in contact with... everyone in the world.)
Some of the things I remember the most are all the fun times we had at your house. Going to your house was like going on an adventure that was measured in comparison to nothing else.
I remember all the animals and how much fun it was interacting with all of them. There was the unfinished ceiling in the upstairs of your house that we would crawl up into the attic and then jump down onto the bed(s) waiting below. -Who needed a trampoline...
There was the swimming hole that you dug into the ground to escape the Summer heat. I don't remember if I ever actually got into it, but remember thinking how cool you were and amazed at your resourcefulness.
I LOVE the goat milk ice cream that your mom used to make for us.
There are only good memories assosiated with you. I remember being sad when your mom remarried and we all moved away. There was always a feeling of peace and love and acceptance when I came to your house. And freedom to have amazing adventures. -Why did we all have to grow up? :)
I remember thinking you grew up on a farm after being to your house. I'm with Kaylene on the, "you and your family were a part of our family." I don't know how old I was when I figured out we weren't related. I remember the drive-in movies. I think we saw Mary Poppins together. My memory is not as good as it once was. (I think it may have something to do with prolonged sleep deprivation.) I think I also saw my first in theater movie with you and your family. I am pretty sure it was Footloose. I also remember our mothers being appalled about something in that movie. (Don't ask me what, I don't remember what is was or even much of the movie at this point.) Those days were so much fun! I also remember being jealous of your wavy dark hair. I remember picking up "slop" for pigs with you and your mom. I remember how I loved your bedroom. You had treasures that went on for days in there.
You were always so good with animals. I have lots of images in my head of you with various "baby" animals. Mostly kittens, puppies and pigs.
I remember your parents wedding. That was fun. St. George may never be the same. Ha! We were really boy crazy back then.
I remember one last thing. Something I have always felt terrible about. I remember when your sister died. I remember when you called. I didn't have the maturity to know how to be a real friend or even know how to respond to you. I'm so sorry Wendy. I'm sorry for your loss and I'm sorry I wasn't a better friend.
I really love you like a sister and we have to get together when your back in UT.
First of all, I remember that today is your birthday! Happy Birthday! How does it feel to be so old???
I remember when I first met you, I was babysitting for the summer at my sister's house, and you lived close by.
I also remember girls' camp, and we were both sick.
And, most of all, I remember visiting you in Hiko for 3 weeks. We stayed in your parents' camper and listened to music and went to volleyball camp. And your mom had left-over Friday. I have often wanted to do that.
What I don't remember is how we lost touch for so many years! I know I'm not very good at keeping in touch. But I'm glad I found you again!
One more thing, the cockroaches! I learned that they pop when you step on them!
I remember when the family had taken me back to Rexburg after visiting home during a summer brake. I had brought some things back with me. One was a box of yarn. You and Dad decided to lug it in like it was a box of book or bricks. While on your way up the stairs, the box got away from you and tumbled down the stairs without the loud clump someone might expect from your great show. It seems like someone else in the family picked it up with one hand. Then brought it up the stairs. (By the way the complexe was built so all the stairs where outside where all could see everything that happened.)
I remember a bunch of shit that if we talk about we could get into trouble....:-)
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