Here are the instructions:
1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. (It can be Amy, Kalen or both). It doesn't matter if you knew me/us a little or a lot; anything you remember.
2. Next, re-post these instructioms on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's fun to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.
9 comments:
Oh, this is a fun idea! Well, obviously I have a lot of memories to choose from. Lately I've been remembering our summers as kids, they were so different from the summer memories my kids are making. Remember our "playhouses" out in the trees? Hiking to the arch? OH! The WHITE THINGS! That had to be the best. Lunches of melted cheese sandwiches and lumps of brown sugar for dessert. Tubing in the canal or swimming in the river. None of the things my kids do as NJ is not conducive to these activities. We had so much fun, though!
I remember going to your house (I LOVED that house) and playing in that awesome room you and Alison shared. To me it was the perfect room for a princess. Seems like it had double-doors leading outside, or something like that? And the bed was so cool. I remember once that you and Alison told Maria and me that there were Indians under your bed.
Also, I remember when you guys would come over, I think for piano lessons, maybe?, and we'd turn on Julio Iglesias's "Moonlight Lady" song, and you and Alison and Maria and I would do this dance to it, where we'd all start out kneeling (well, I was always kneeling and in front of everyone else, I think 'cause I was the youngest), and then as the music would get louder and bigger, we'd start to stand a little at a time until we were full-on dancing all around the room. Do you remember that?
I remember many dinners with you guys, playing with the kids. One in particular was making Kendall and Lynnsey fly. They wouldn't let me stop. My Favorite memory of your house was playing on the floor with Spencer and then in walks Elder Mardis. I had so many fun times with you guys while in Michigan, It kept me sane sometimes when I felt so alone there!
This really is a wonderful idea. It's fun to pull up all these cherished memories and see what memories other people have that you may have temporarily forgotten. Anyway, I could go on forever here, but I will just name a few: Remember the box of workbook pages you had and how you were supposed to put the sheets under a vinyl sheet so that you were actually marking on the plastic rather than on the sheet itself (so you could re-use the actual sheets again and again). I guess I had stressed the need to remember to use the plastic sheet a little too much and the one time you forgot and wrote on the paper, you were SO upset! You can running down the hill to meet me as I was driving up just beside yourself and crying because you had forgotten. I was so relieved you were okay and nothing was horribly wrong (you were that upset), that I could have cared less about writing on the paper. Remember all the performances you and Alison would put together and film with the movie camera while your dad and I were away somewhere and then proudly show us your "academy award winning movie" when we returned--lots of cute singing and dancing in those. And then of course when I used to tell you over and over and over again that you could not tell Alison or anyone that you "hated" them because that simply wasn't true, but you could say that you "didn't like" what they did or said or whatever the situation was. I had been telling you that for years and didn't think I was having any success until one day I found a note you had written Alison (you were in second grade) and I don't think Alison could even read yet, but the note said "I don't hate you cause you're my sister and I love you, but I don't like what you did..." It did my heart a world of good to think some of the things I had said had gotten through, but mostly because it was so sweet and I still have that little note, a very favorite treasure of mine.
I read your comment on Kirsten's blog and just had to laugh. It brought back a lot of fond memories. I do remember coming home and finding you all freaked out. What on earth were you thinking? :) My first memory of you was when I came to see you as a new baby, and your parents were living in a trailer while getting the log home built. It was fun for us to have children the same age.
Mom! Those home videos of us singing and dancing were not "Cute"! We weren't young enough for them to be cute. I'd classify them more as "mortifyingly embarrassing!"
I do remember the prom dress (the most detailed piece of sewing I've done since it all had to be lined), but do you remember what Nathan said when I was fitting the bodice to you?
I had it all pinned together on you, minus those ruffle/sleeve pieces, so it was strapless at that point and he comes running in for something, takes one look at you and stops mid-sentence and says, "Amy, you're a woman!"
Amy, I have lots of memories of us growing up and being 'terrified' of the road to your house.
Do you remember the time we were at Holly's and we made homemade pizza. Then when we were eating it we couldn't figure out why it didn't taste quite right. We then figured out that we left off the pizza sauce!! Who would ever forget the pizza sauce.
I meant to do this earlier, so I don't know if you'll ever know that this is here, but I thought I'd post some memories, anyway, since I have just a few.
I remember being at your house (sometime in high school) and drinking root beer and being absolutely goofy. (I could use a few hours of that now -- laughing for hours may leave your face and sides aching, but it does your soul a world of good.)
I remember coming up with ideas for crazy books (I choose not to name them here, for others to see, but am betting you and Holly, at least, can still remember some of them.)
I remember staying up all night in college (more than one time) just talking and laughing and sometimes even studying. And then I remember having to go to classes the next day (I think you made it to more of yours than I ever did.)
Finally, I remember visiting you in Tucson. I also remember how sad I was that just when I got to AZ you and Kalen were ready to leave -- and go so very far away. I still miss you... Maybe someday we'll get close enough to visit you.
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