Saturday, August 31, 2013
My Earliest Memories
Anyhow, I've chosen 3 of my favorite earliest memories to share with you. Rob remembers two of them. So, I suppose they have to be his earliest memories too.
1. I remember sitting on the front steps to the trailer looking at my feet bummed. My brother sat next to me. My parents were having a BBQ and I was upset because, in true form to my parents, they had us in matching outfits as if we really were twins again. Rob wore a white t-shirt and blue shorty shorts (it was the 80's after all) and white flip flops with a blue top to them. I was wearing the same exact thing except where he had blue I had red. The source of my anger is a bit hazy. I think I didn't think it was fair that he got blue of everything and I got red of everything. It's not that I wanted pink... girlie colors weren't a big thing for me until I got out of the military and felt a strong desire to set myself apart as an actual girl. But, I'm pretty sure I was angry at that time because I wanted something blue.
2. The other big memory of mine is jumping on my parent's bed. At the time my parents had this king sized bed that took up most of their bedroom. My brother and I were wearing these adult sized shirt for pajamas like we normally did. His had a picture of my Dad holding him in this distorted pixalated looking screen (though I'm sure it wasn't actually pixalated because it was the 80's after all) and mine had a picture of my Mom holding me in the same fashion. My Dad had a record (remember those?) of the letter people playing and we were jumping on the bed thinking that it was like dancing. My parents told us time and time again to stop jumping on the bed, that we would get hurt. But, jump we continued to do and as it seemed like a good idea at the time and made the jumping so much more fun... we jumped with our tongues hanging out of our mouths as far as we could. Then the unthinkable happened. We tripped simultaneously on the edge of our giant shirt pajamas and flew into each other... bumping our heads and biting our tongues in the process. As the ever loving parents of ours refused to comfort us, because we did exactly as we were told not to on numerous occasions and paid the price for it.
3. When we were young Rob often would figure out how to do things and then forget how to do them... or undo them as the case was for this. To this day my Mom swears it was the day that I locked my little brother in our bedroom and tortured him by sliding his Hot wheels underneath the door. The reality of it is that Rob managed to lock himself in our bedroom and could not remember how to unlock it. My Mom was on the phone or painting at the time (she used to paint those faceless Amish style dolls and geese out the butt to sell and earn a little extra money while we were growing up.) The point is she was otherwise occupied and it was up to me to help my poor little brother out when he started crying. So, I gathered up the large Rubbermaid box fully of Hot wheels and fed them under the door one at a time to him until my Mom realized we were being to quite and came to check it out. For the record, Rob remembers it as the way it actually happened too.
I realize that in sharing these stories I have shared my age... but I also have shared it in my profile so this should be nothing new to you. And who knows, if you are a product of the 80's maybe I brought back a few happy memories for you!