Aside from one random memory as a toddler, my earliest memories are when I was 4 years old. And boy do I have a lot of them!! I remember being so happy, all the time. I remember that my brothers didn’t like me quite so much, because Mama made them play with me. I mean, they were twins, they had each other to play with. I was on my own and I just wanted to play G.I. Joe with them! Gosh! Well, really I wanted to play with my Barbies with their G.I. Joes or He-Men, but same difference, right?? They were not amused or interested. At all. I’m sure they were ecstatic about this pic below. Although my brother Jeremy does seem to be holding onto me pretty well, like he doesn’t want me to fall off and die. Or he knows he’d be in hella trouble if he let me fall off. Yeah, that’s probably it.
I remember weekends at Grannie and Grandpas, going to church and singing, and playing with my brothers and cousins. Back then the extended family was together a lot. Especially at Christmas time. Christmas Eve was always and Grannie and Grandpa’s house and everyone was there. Mama has 2 brothers and 2 sisters, all who were married back then, and all who had anywhere from 1-3 kids. So…yeah. A lot of kids running around! Life seemed so much simpler back then, when we were young and naive. Full of laughter, fun, and innocence.
I was a bit of a tomboy, but still liked to wear dresses and let Mama paint my nails. And that blonde, curly hair. Back when it was cute. Back before frizz was a word I knew anything about. That wouldn’t last much longer. Oh, and jellies…I loved my jellies!! See them???
Notice my pretty painted nails? Thanks mama! Too bad she can’t do that for me every day now as an adult. Because I am absolutely terrible at painting my own nails. Turr-eh-bull.
And my very favorite memory from 1984…my very own Charlie Brown Christmas tree!!! Mama said that we went out to get our Christmas tree and I saw that little one and had to have it. So they cut it for me and brought it home, put it in a pot, and let me decorate it. I wasn’t spoiled at all, was I?