Childhood Memories for Cee’s Share Your World…
Do you prefer juice or fruit?
Admittedly, at times I prefer juice because it’s easier. If a fruit requires peeling, cutting, or coring, I will go for the juice. Fruit also has to be at it’s best point for me to eat it. Canteloupe is so yummy when perfectly ripe, but I never know until I eat it. Then, I’m either really disappointed or making yummy noises. So, orange, apple, and, occasionally, cranberry are my go to juices.
Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?
We moved around a lot when I was little, so bear with me…
I grew up (partially) in a small town on the south side of Chicago called Beverly. I loved it. We only stayed until I was six, but I remember walking to school, playing in the snow, and being envious of the Barbies the girl down the street had.
From there we moved to Lambertville, NJ. Another small town where we lived on the outskirts in the country. We had ducks, rabbits, cats, gerbils, and a Great Dane. My most vivid memory there is falling off my bike at the end of our steep driveway, face planting into the gravel. Youch!
Then we entered what my Dad calls, “The year of the turd.” All five children remember it with fondness. We moved in with my grandparents in the farm town of Ottawa, IL. All five kids slept in one room. I helped my Grampa feed the cows. We took truck and tractor rides. Our Gramma gave us “midnight” snacks like apple slices and raisins in a bowl made of tin foil. It was the best six months of my eight year life!
Then it was on to Barrington, IL. A little bit larger suburban area, in a brand new neighborhood. Honestly, I barely remember this place. We had the same Great Dane and when we walked her to the pond down the street, I always imagined the Lochness Monster emerging from the water. One of my three older brothers must have put that thought in my head.
Finally settling for the rest of my childhood, we moved to Great Falls, VA, a beautiful town in Northern, VA just outside of DC. I often dream about this house, the pool, our neighbor’s horses, the nearby park, our schools, parties I wasn’t supposed to have, etc. I adored this place. We stayed there from 1977 – 1987. Our Great Dane, Tia, died there at the age of 13. At age ten, I received a cat, Bojangles, for Christmas. He lived to age 21. I was in college when my parents moved and I never properly said goodbye to this home. That’s why I return there in my dreams. It was my absolute favorite home full of treasured memories.
If you were to paint a picture of your childhood, what colors would you use?
Brown and Green for all of the country and farm land.
Yellow for the joy.
Ways to Relax List: Make a list of what relaxes you and helps you feel calm.
- Hanging with friends
- Being with my daughter at bed time