I am linking up today over at Jen's Ink Pen!
Jen asked her readers to share the following:
What do you remember about your very first best friend?
What did your childhood bedroom look like, smell like, feel like, or sound like?
Do you remember being allowed to do something as a child or teenager...that you would not think of letting your own child do today?
Simply reading her post brought back vivid memories, so I thought I'd join in!
My First Best Friend
My very first best friend was Tammy King. I met her in my kindergarten class and quickly learned that she lived only 5 minutes away from me. She lived with her grandparents in this sweet little home on a few acres. I remember playing together in her beautiful room with a huge canopy bed. It wasn't my style, but it totally fit her!
She was so very sweet and a lot of fun! We'd play dolls, draw together, and play outside. We were inseparable in school - always sat next to each other and always found stuff to do together on the playground.
In November of 1977, my parents finished building our home which was nearly 4 hours away. The next summer, 1978, I was 9 years old and went on a trip with Tammy and her grandparents down South to Tennessee. It was a great time! It seemed though that after that time, we stopped writing as much and, sadly, eventually lost touch.
I still have photos of her (found one!!) and wonder what ever happened to her. Did she get married? Have children?
My Childhood Room
Ah yes, my room! It was blue, all blue, with beautiful ruffled curtains that my Momma made me. I had one painting hung on the wall (that my Momma painted). I had a double size bed covered with a beautiful white chenille bedspread. My first desk was a simple green tabletop with metal legs. I loved that desk! I think my parents still have it in their basement.
My next desk, later in high school, was one that my Momma's daddy had built - very sturdy and a deep dark brown color. I had my typewriter on it and would sit there to do my homework. My fondest memory of using that desk was when I had a research paper due my senior year. I spent countless hours at that desk poring through books to find information and then typing it out with that ole' typewriter. My goodness, am I ever thankful now for Microsoft Word! Can't tell you how much white out and correction tape I went through!
My room was my haven, my refuge. I had everything I needed in there to curl up with a good book, listen to music, and just spend time doing whatever I liked.
Right outside my window was a dogwood tree that my Daddy planted for me when we first moved there. It was then and still is now my favorite flowering tree. In the spring, I would wake up to hear the birds singing and see the gorgeous blooms right outside. It was my first view of the day...what a blessing!
My husband and girls and I sleep in that very room whenever we visit my parents. I feel so blessed to still be able to visit the home where I grew up.
The Senior Trip
What bright person ever came up with the idea of sending several hundred seniors out into Cedar Point without chaperones? When I think about that now...wow. Yes, we were seniors, but my, my.
As a chaperone, I can't imagine the stress of making sure that each and every one of us got back onto the buses at the end of the day! There weren't cell phones back then, so it was definitely the honor system - that you would show up when you were asked to do so!
We had a blast, my friends and I, but I still marvel at the fact that we were let loose in a huge amusement park, even at that age. We rode the rides, ate entirely too much cotton candy, took goofy photos, and made memories laughing together. It was fantastic!
Diana, Julia, Me, Missy, Lorna
Will I let my girls go on a trip like that? Hmmm...well, admittedly I'm one of those moms who will likely be a chaperone! (shhh...don't tell my girls yet).
So that's my 'lil trip down memory lane.
All my best to you!