Since moving out California, I have had time to sit and think about the great memories I have of my childhood and how blessed I am to have the family that I have. I just want to put down some of these memories for my own personal enjoyment:
I remember when my grandma used to take me shopping at Orland Mall and she would take me to the Cookie Factory, which is no more, and she would let me get a cherry icee and a M&M cookie.
I remember summer vacations down to KY where we would spend all week on our boat in the water with other families and just genuinely have a great time together boating, playing cards or just enjoying each others company.
I remember making yearly trips down to Disney World with my family and loving every minute of it! Disney is truly the Happiest Place on Earth :)
I remember when my Aunt Donna would come babysit me every now and then and she would do her workouts on the floor at my parents house and I would try to mimic her.
I remember listening to my Grandpa Workman's prayers each Sunday or at any meal time at their house and he would list out every grandchild's name and asking God to bless each one of us and our parents...he still does it and I miss hearing it now!
I remember going to my grandparent's house and playing on my Grandma's HUGE organ that she had and not being able to reach the pedals. I also rmember sitting down at the piano and playing with her or watching her play and thinking it was the best thing ever!
I remember going to my other grandparent's place in IN and driving my Grandpa's pontoon boat around their lake and driving the gocart that he had....what fun!
I remember my dad taking me out on a "date" when I was a little girl and he took me to Dairy Queen...I don't think I could have been more excited to spend time with him!
I remember spedning a day just hanging out with my mom and not wanting to go to my part-time job, so my mom called me in sick and all we did was laugh about it and knew that it was "our little secret".
I remember my dad and Grandpa teachign me how to play pool in my grandparents' basement and not being very good at it, but they were patient with me.
I remember the day my little sister was born and when my dad said she was really skinny and had long arms and legs I had a picture in my head of what she would look like and it was nothing like the real thing.
There are more, but I'll keep it at that for now.