A Favorite Childhood Memory September 3, 2012
I’m up at the family house, at Lake Tahoe, for the week. We’ve just said goodbye to the last friends to visit. I love enjoying the company of good friends and I also love sitting back, enjoying the solitude. This is the best of both worlds!
Since I have no furniture projects to paint and limited paper crafts to create, now that my glue stick ran dry, I’m writing today about one of my most favorite childhood memories. This is something we could all write about. In fact, I invite you to do this.
Being the middle child, of five, born to busy and demanding parents of limited means, my childhood would not be what one would call an idyllic experience. But then, the more friends I talk to, it seems like more of us than not, had less than wonderful childhoods.
Unpleasant memories are not something I reflect on often. I’m the kind of person that remembers the good times, more than the bad. I’m a survivalist, of sorts. How about you?
My fondest memories are of the times when we had Family Night. Family Night was always on Friday night, after we had gotten in our pajamas, ready for bed. Friday night was the chosen night, because my parents usually went out on Saturday night. Mom and Dad would pop corn on the stove top and we each had little mugs, with our names on them, for hot cocoa or tea. Then, with our allotted treats, we’d sit down and watch family slides, using the old projector and screen.
We were totally captivated, seeing pictures of ourselves, taken on holidays, vacations or special occasions. No matter how often we saw the same slides, it didn’t seem to matter. We were stars for the night, up on the “big screen”!
The best part, that seemed to make up for the less than wonderful times, was that on Family Night, we had our parents’ time and attention, which somehow made me feel like all was right with the world. It was a time when we celebrated our membership in the family unit.
What’s your favorite memory, growing up?
Children are amazingly resilient. We don’t need everyday to be “sweetness and light”, but every child needs a few good memories. I wish I could give that to all of the children in the world! Bless the children.
If you decide to share your favorite childhood memory, let me know! Send me the link and I’ll share it, if you’d like!