Memories

Okay everyone, here's a task (I'm truly hoping people will comment/respond because this can be fun): My sister and I randomly send each other memories we have from being a child. Simple memories, that you forget in the hussle and bustle of our regular busy lives. Memories that would melt your heart upon remembering. Something you want your children to experience, forget and remember later down the road so they can feel that childhood moment again... Here's my list: I miss waking up in the morning and having nothing on my agenda except to watch cartoons and write my wish list to Santa. I miss getting tucked into bed and falling asleep to the sound of Mum and Dad’s TV being on and hearing the Red Green Show interlude at 10:30. I remember Mum and Dad teaching me how to brush my teeth. I miss opening the bathroom cupboards so I could stand on the ledge to brush my teeth. I miss the sound of the stairs they made when you walked down them. Or running off the stairs and then running into my room and doing a hand-stand on my bed and pretending I was in the Olympics. I miss the red shag carpet upstairs that smelled like feet. I miss the tea cloth on the center of the kitchen sink that was used to clean everything, including the floor , our dishes and our faces. I miss the computer being in the middle of the hallway, lol. I miss how Mum and Dad hid Christmas presents under their bed, lol. I miss fishing for dead leaves in the ditch next to our house. Catching Tadpoles and froggies. Running to the Farrish’s. Missing the bus. Snow Days. Christmas morning and opening the stockings on my bed. The smell of pine in the living room. Mum’s pork chops, Dad’s beans. I miss going to People’s to find our Christmas presents. I miss the peach walls in our bedroom and the matching bed spreads. I miss on sunny days Mum would take the red sheers on the window’s and close them. I miss the Canadian Tire bags we would use year after year for presents. I missed playing with my Barbie’s. I miss Dad’s Saturday morning breakfast meal that included beans and HP sauce on top of his Sunny-Side eggs. I miss swimming in the pool and catching those sinking things at the bottom of the pool as a game. I miss the pond in the backyard that Dad used plastic bags to make a reservoir of water. I miss the giant frog that lived in the pond year after year. I miss how days were stressful because you were told to clean your room, or you broke something and cried about disappointing Mum and Dad. I miss how homework was hard because I had to add 4+8 or do multiplication. I miss the excitement of getting your report card and sitting around while Mum read it to Dad and praising us for doing such a great job (even though I never did). I miss School shopping and getting new crayons and a pencil case. I miss when Mum and Dad went to Bingo every Tuesday night and I would make them crafts while they were gone. I miss my paint pallet phone! I miss how simple life was, getting up in the morning, not having to do your make-up, and having breakfast made for you! I miss waiting for the bus at 7:50AM on the corner of Adawandran and Menomini, across the street from the park. I miss picking pretty rocks out of our driveway. I miss Dad racking the dirt in front of the driveway. I miss keeping an eye on Robin’s eggs as they hatched under the deck and looking but not being able to breathe on them. I miss the ferns Dad had exploding all around the house, lol. I miss that Dad had so many plants in the house it would take a solid 30 minutes to water all of them. And he always used that blue thing with the long spout. I miss having milk in a bag and cutting it open with scissor’s and every once in a while messing up and having a HUGE hole and it spilling everywhere. I miss the green tub. Bunk beds. The white dresser. Double cassette player. Not being able to receive a radio signal. How cold it always was in the Summer because Dad blasted the AC so high it froze a few years in a row (perhaps that should have been a sign!). Wheat-a-bix! Gushers! Fruit-by-the-foot. Mum going grocery shopping and having to buy a dozen cans of Heinz beans just to keep Dad satisfied for only a week at a time. Oreo’s for dessert. “Children in Africa would kill to have a plate of food like you do right now!” “eat your supper!” “No desert for you” “If I had a knife…” “CHERLOINT!” Giving Dad back scratchies for 5 cents. The “chore” calendar we had on the dishwasher with colored stars indicating when we did something… and getting $5 or $2 dollar bills each per week. Mum’s fake green marble make-up cases, including a mirror with a giant gold medallion on the front and her lipstick holder. She always had a lipstick that was silver. Dad’s Kodiac steel-toed shoes free from work. Our home-made, hand-sewn, fleece jackets. Dancing to Material Girl in your bedroom. Peepers. “Twinkle, twinkle, Or Our Eeee” Morein’s laugh. Your Barbie that was giant, had short white hair and flashing earrings – yet we made him a man because we had no Ken’s. The hamper with the dirt plastic bag. To everyone reading this - make a list of memories, so simple yet so sweet... you'll cherish them. To our childhood friends... how many of you remember these??