My title is a phrase that Casey and Kristin Allen whispered into my ear one night while I was sleeping to see if I would dream about it. I can't remember if I actually dreamed about it or if I heard them whispering it and then told them I had some weird dream about a box on the hill the next morning...most likely that latter because I was wily like that ;)
What were your favorite childhood activities?
Well playing with my siblings first and foremost (when we weren't beating the living daylights out of each other)...yes we were one of those families. When I was 3 and 4 playing with my older brother Nate was my favorite thing to do. Of course we always played what he wanted but I felt special to
One time Nate and I set out on our day's journey to make it to a neighborhood friend's house named Red-Headed Johnny. He had the cool Nintendo Games, i.e.,
We were let past...I remember Nate grabbing my hand and we took off running. I can remember looking back and seeing the 3 girls standing there...so glad to be putting distance between myself and them. We DID make it to Red-Headed Johnny's and I got to sit there and watch while the two boys got their fill of violence, Nate no doubt releasing some built up angst from the previous experience. I never got a turn to play. Maybe that is why I am writing this now.
I will leave you with this jewel from my past. I shall continue my favorite childhood pastimes in the next post. Until then...go ahead a blog about yours.