Midnight Ghost, summer garage plays, sledding at Wash, MNB Bike (and big wheel) races, lemonade stands (never selling any b/c we'd run inside anytime a stranger approached), Marla and Dustin putting Melissa and I in cardboard boxes and rolling the boxes around, Melissa and I playing patients while Marla and her friend put whatever they could find in the blender to feed to us as "medicine", digging up a dead pet rabbit and being introduced to maggots, conspiring to dig up my dead dog and bring it back to life, spotting an injured "bird" around dusk and upon closer inspection discovering it was actually a bat, making a haunted house in Jones' attic (pealed grapes, etc.), Melissa punching me in the stomach (first time I ever got the wind knocked out of me), Lodi punching me in the stomach (2nd time I ever got the wind knocked out of me), arguing over who would marry Ryan, My Little Pony, convincing Mel that I should get to play with the real Barbies because if she played with them she would hurt her cheap-o Barbies' feelings, listening to cicadas and finding their hollow skin, playing in my playhouse, Marco Polo--land version, Ryan hitting a golf ball into Lodi's mouth in the middle of the street, having my ring finger practically ripped off from being stuck in Melissa's Big Wheel's broken break, hide and seek in the basement (window wells were the best spot), Maggie, Bonnie, Tiffany, Lucy, Buffy, Morris, Bridget, Jack & Pauline and being terrified to set foot on their lawn, bravely riding bikes on Jack and Pauline's driveway when we were sure they were away, Vera and her stale candy, India, Smokey, riding wagons down the hill, sneaking up to watch Return of Oz and scaring ourselves silly, attempting to irritate each other during sleep-overs by singing Guns 'n Roses songs while the other tried to go to sleep, building card houses at your Grandma Mary's, St. Pat's Days, Playtime Poppy, lightning bug "jewelry", watching you all drive away for the last time and being so jealous that Ryan got to go with...and I'm sure there are a thousand more. I loved those years so much. We had so much fun. Sigh :)
Midnight Ghost, summer garage plays, sledding at Wash, MNB Bike (and big wheel) races, lemonade stands (never selling any b/c we'd run inside anytime a stranger approached), Marla and Dustin putting Melissa and I in cardboard boxes and rolling the boxes around, Melissa and I playing patients while Marla and her friend put whatever they could find in the blender to feed to us as "medicine", digging up a dead pet rabbit and being introduced to maggots, conspiring to dig up my dead dog and bring it back to life, spotting an injured "bird" around dusk and upon closer inspection discovering it was actually a bat, making a haunted house in Jones' attic (pealed grapes, etc.), Melissa punching me in the stomach (first time I ever got the wind knocked out of me), Lodi punching me in the stomach (2nd time I ever got the wind knocked out of me), arguing over who would marry Ryan, My Little Pony, convincing Mel that I should get to play with the real Barbies because if she played with them she would hurt her cheap-o Barbies' feelings, listening to cicadas and finding their hollow skin, playing in my playhouse, Marco Polo--land version, Ryan hitting a golf ball into Lodi's mouth in the middle of the street, having my ring finger practically ripped off from being stuck in Melissa's Big Wheel's broken break, hide and seek in the basement (window wells were the best spot), Maggie, Bonnie, Tiffany, Lucy, Buffy, Morris, Bridget, Jack & Pauline and being terrified to set foot on their lawn, bravely riding bikes on Jack and Pauline's driveway when we were sure they were away, Vera and her stale candy, India, Smokey, riding wagons down the hill, sneaking up to watch Return of Oz and scaring ourselves silly, attempting to irritate each other during sleep-overs by singing Guns 'n Roses songs while the other tried to go to sleep, building card houses at your Grandma Mary's, St. Pat's Days, Playtime Poppy, lightning bug "jewelry", watching you all drive away for the last time and being so jealous that Ryan got to go with...and I'm sure there are a thousand more. I loved those years so much. We had so much fun. Sigh :)
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Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! I have not seen those pictures in years. I will say we were some of the most creative kids I have ever known. We sure filled the driveway with viewers too!
Do you remember running home without skipping a beat when Mel fell into the corner of the television? You were out that door and on your way home the second Mel began to scream. My mom always remembers that.
Playing outside until midnight. And the list does go on and on.
Yes....good times indeed.
That picture of you and Melissa sledding at Washington is adorable. You were both so cute! You still are!;)
How about when recycling started and you and Melissa took a wagon around the neighborhood to collect pop cans, one older lady had you wait for a minute so she could give you a soup can, ha, ha, I'm sure you two just said thank you. Also the big money making venture of selling painted rocks. Too cute.
Love, Mom
I remember hearing Melissa from the other room (we were racing our Barbie cars around your basement loop) after she cracked her head on the corner of the tv table. I thought she was laughing, so I began to laugh...then I realized she was screaming as blood poured over the side of her face. Once I saw that and her her repeatedly screaming, "Tell them I don't need stitches! Tell them I don't need stitches!" I decided my best move was to hightail it out of there. Not my most compassionate moment.
Fun to see pics of little Brooke!
Brooke, I remembered every single one of those memories! And it's funny because everyone's memories always stand out a little differently or we remember different things, but those were some of my favs! I like that pic of the garage show--it must have been one of our first because we didn't have a curtain yet, just a tent in the back! ha! we rocked! i think i had the best childhood ever! what a blessing! here are some others i love to remmeber:
stealing (borrowing) people's flowers from their yard and then making a bouquet and ding-dong ditching them while leaving the bouquet on door step on May days!
writing ryan a love letter and putting it on his bike and then later sneaking back to retrieve it before he saw it!
waiting outside on the sidewalk with dictionaries and encyclopedias, pretending to read while waiting for Brooke to walk home from St. Matthews school.
Learning routines that dustin made up for us in the Jones' upstairs, and getting embarrassed when ryan and marla would tease all of us...but remember, "I've had the time of my life"! I wish i could remember that routine! ha!
Going to Balsters and pretending to be manequins in the windows while my mom worked or did something like that?!
Going to Brooke's dad's and taping ourselves doing a mini movie!
Sleepovers that ended in me calling my mom or dad to come retreive me one house away because I was so homesick I thought I'd puke! Ha!
Punching Brooke for I don't even remember what! I think about that all the time! Why on earth?!
Playing with our American dolls until we were way too old!
Barbies! speaking of barbies, i stillhave all of them and all the clothes! i got them all out not too long ago for maizie when she visited! it was a blast from the past, that's for sure!
well, i could seriously go on! whata good blog! those pics are awesome! and your snow suit was way way cuter! ;)
and why did we do anything for that stale candy of Vera's?! I didn't even like her dog! ha! but we had to have that candy!
I remember pretending to be manequins at Balsters, as well as any time we were left in the car while a mom ran in to the store. WHY were we so paranoid about being kidnapped? And WHY did we think anyone would believe we were manequins in the car and not real children?
I remember you forgot "Bee" once while (attempting) to spend the night, and your dad had to come get you.
I agree, our childhood rocked. I hope my kids can have one just as great. Ironically, I don't think I'll let them run around the neighborhood until midnight without adults--I'm still afraid of kidnappers!
I REMEMBER you writing and delivering that love letter to Ryan. I think I cried. Not long after we found out he had a crush on Lisa. So tragic.
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