Julie has a nostalgic glimpse of childhood that totally brought back memories for me. Check it out here. Because I can sometimes be an imitator (not a copycat), I thought I'd go down memory lane of my childhood too.
For shear honesty sake.. here goes...
I remember when going to church meant being in church for hours. It also meant that the usher would tap you on your shoulder and hold out her hand if you had gum in your mouth. It also meant that if you acted up in church, all it took was the "look" and I straightened up and fast. If that didn't work, a trip outside meant one thing…a spanking and then back to try all over again.
I remember eating rock salt when my parents made homemade lemon custard ice cream with the hand crank. The grown ups always fought over who got to lick the dash after it was all done.
I remember the smell of hair being straightened or "pressed" with a pressing comb. The feeling of that hot comb getting close to the scalp….ouch!
I remember Bub's Dad bubble gum, Now or Later's, Jolly Rancher Fire Stic and Chico Stix and what we called "polly seeds" (sunflower seeds).
I remember riding bikes and playing hide and go seek even when the street lights came on in the summer time. When the street lights came on in the fall, that was our signal to come inside.
I remember dressing in front of the wall heater when it was cold in the house.
I remember wanting to marry Foster Sylvers of the Sylvers family. He and his cute 'fro!
I remember black eyed peas and greens on New Years day.
I remember not being allowed to leave the table until my plate was clean! That also meant eating food that I didn't like, for instance, liver!
I remember hitting your sister was a federal offense…even saying, "Shut up!" was a offense punishable by spanking.
I remember the smell of my grandmother's oatmeal raisin cookies baking in the oven.
I remember the ice man coming around to deliver ice and he'd always chip us off a piece. We suck on our ice as it dripped down our arms.
I remember saying "last tag" and hitting the person as we said, goodbye.
I remember reading Judy Blume, Ramona Quimby, Snip, Snap and Snurr, Pippi Longstocking, and Fun with Dick and Jane.
I remember rainy days meant working puzzles, playing board games or working puzzles while listening to music.
I remember the first time I fried chicken all by myself. I was 9 years old.
I remember sleeping in my twin sister's bed because I was scared of the dark.
Okay…I could go on and on….but I'd love to hear some of your childhood memories too!! So please share!!