December 11, 2013

The Thankful Project: A Memory

Remember back in November when I decided to contribute to The Thankful Project and made one whole post before not blogging for almost a month? Well, I've come to the conclusion that I'm not satisfied with sharing just one thing I'm thankful for simply because I missed basically the entire month of November. Honestly, I was really excited about participating in Kenzie's project. Not only did it seem like fun and an easy way to post more consistently, but I also really love Thanksgiving and what it represents. I think we could all show our gratitude a little more often, myself included, and this project is a wonderful way to think about our blessings. 

So with that being said, I'm going to continue with my participation in The Thankful Project even though Thanksgiving is over. Better late than never, right? Plus, it's the holiday season, and everyone is sending out wish lists to family and friends, stressed about buying gifts, and just all around frantic. What better time to show my thankfulness for what I do have rather than lust over what I don't?


Today I'm focusing on day 10's prompt - "a memory."
When I first saw this prompt I thought, "Oh, that's easy. I have so many awesome memories." Well, that's exactly the problem. I have so many great memories, and it's hard to narrow it down to just one that I want to share. So instead of sharing just one, I think I'll share a handful of memories from my childhood that are burned into my brain.

All of the times I would walk my dog, Emma, down the road in my childhood neighborhood. I carried a walky-talky so I was in contact with my mom if I needed her, but for the 15 or 20 minutes I was gone it was just me and Emma. I was an only child, so Emma was very much like my sister to me, and I loved spending those walks with her. And one time we got chased by these greyhounds (or whatever kind of dogs they were), and we took off down the street, and I was absolutely terrified. It was the one time I was super grateful for that walky-talky and got my mom to drive down the road and pick us up.

And speaking of Emma and my mom, one time we went to the beach and walked out onto one of the sandbars. We weren't paying attention to the tide, and before we knew it the sandbar was surrounded by water. My mom had me under her arm as I swam and she walked back to the beach along with a handful of other beach-goers, and Emma was paddling behind us. Her eyes were as big as quarters. It was hilarious. Looking back on it, that day could have been really bad... But we were fine, so it's funny.

For a couple Halloweens I went over to my friend Caroline's house. We would carve and paint pumpkins, and afterwards we would strip down to our underwear, turn big black trash bags into dresses, and have pumpkin-gunk-throwing fights.

And traditional things that I did all the time with my mom. Going to Blockbuster, and I would always rent the Spice Girls movie, Spice World. Going to Brogen's North on Fridays and always getting chicken fingers with a glass of milk. And going to Frederica House every Sunday and getting fettucini alfredo completely plain with no parsley and a banana berry freeze to drink.

I really loved my childhood. Obviously it wasn't always rainbows and butterflies, but I don't have any seriously traumatic memories from growing up either. It's a time in my life that I wish I could go back to all the time because it was so carefree and simple. I'm beyond thankful for the memories I have from my early years, and I can only hope that when I have kids (way in the future and I mean way) that they'll also be able to look back on their childhood and remember how wonderful life truly is.

What are some of your favorite memories from growing up?
Leave me a comment. I'd love to know.

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