Yesterday morning I was sitting on the couch folding clothes when Brooke came and asked me if she could have some dish soap...well of course my response was FOR WHAT exactly...she tells me...Well I really just wanted to wash my bike. Whelp there it was simple as that and how the heck could I say no...after all I used to wash my bike when I was little. So I got her some soap and she got a bucket and a rag and spent her morning washing (or rather making a mess of) her bike. Just standing there watching her my mind was flooded with memories...I grew up in Missouri...we had an awesome (I still say haunted) house on a culdesac...I had just about the best child hood that a kid could ask for...I have a ton of awesome memories from Missouri...my little brother and me...well we just got to be kids...all I remember from my childhood is playing...there was a bunch of kids on our culdesac (but only ONE other girl) and we were all friends (most of the time)...so we spent afternoons outside (until the street light came on and then you BETTER have your butt back in that house) playing...we played kick ball and freeze tag...we played tv tag and hide and go seek...we built a tree house (with wood that we "borrowed" from a neighbor down the creek...we played in the creek (but we never told our parents)...we went sledding in the winter and in the summer we turned our HUGE city trash cans into "swimming pools"...We washed our bikes...and RODE them EVERYWHERE!!! And we had lemonade stands...our moms would make pitchers of lemonade and we really sat at the end of our culdesac (BY OURSELVES) and sold our lemonade...and people really did buy it. The only other girl on the street was (and will always be) one of my dearest friends...we grew up on the culdesac and that will forever bond us. I can only hope to leave my girls with memories like I have. It makes me sad that the world is so different these days...I wish everyone could be from the days of lemonade stands!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
I'm From The Days Of Lemonade Stands
Yesterday morning I was sitting on the couch folding clothes when Brooke came and asked me if she could have some dish soap...well of course my response was FOR WHAT exactly...she tells me...Well I really just wanted to wash my bike. Whelp there it was simple as that and how the heck could I say no...after all I used to wash my bike when I was little. So I got her some soap and she got a bucket and a rag and spent her morning washing (or rather making a mess of) her bike. Just standing there watching her my mind was flooded with memories...I grew up in Missouri...we had an awesome (I still say haunted) house on a culdesac...I had just about the best child hood that a kid could ask for...I have a ton of awesome memories from Missouri...my little brother and me...well we just got to be kids...all I remember from my childhood is playing...there was a bunch of kids on our culdesac (but only ONE other girl) and we were all friends (most of the time)...so we spent afternoons outside (until the street light came on and then you BETTER have your butt back in that house) playing...we played kick ball and freeze tag...we played tv tag and hide and go seek...we built a tree house (with wood that we "borrowed" from a neighbor down the creek...we played in the creek (but we never told our parents)...we went sledding in the winter and in the summer we turned our HUGE city trash cans into "swimming pools"...We washed our bikes...and RODE them EVERYWHERE!!! And we had lemonade stands...our moms would make pitchers of lemonade and we really sat at the end of our culdesac (BY OURSELVES) and sold our lemonade...and people really did buy it. The only other girl on the street was (and will always be) one of my dearest friends...we grew up on the culdesac and that will forever bond us. I can only hope to leave my girls with memories like I have. It makes me sad that the world is so different these days...I wish everyone could be from the days of lemonade stands!
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