Saturday, February 26, 2011

Jelly Shoes and Thriller

Childhood is a string of magical moments and wonderful disasters...
Photo Credit: the lil bee
Where Children Live, by Naomi Shihab Nye

Homes where children live exude a pleasant rumpledness,
like a bed made by a child, or a yard littered with balloons.

To be a child again one would need to shed details
till the heart found itself dressed in the coat with a hood.
Now the heart has taken on gloves and mufflers,
the heart never goes outside to find something to "do".
And the house takes on a new face, dignified.
No lost shoes blooming under bushes.
No chipped trucks in the drive.
Grown-ups like swings, leafy plants, slow-motion back and forth.
While the yard of a child is strewn with the corpses
of bottle-rockers and whistles,
anything whizzing and spectacular, brilliantly short-lived.

Trees in children's yards speak in clearer tongues.
Ants have more hope. Squirrels dance as well as hide.
The fence has a reason to be there, so children can go in and out.
Even when the children are at school, the yards glow
With the leftovers of their affection,
The roots of the tiniest grasses curl toward one another
Like secret smiles.

Photo Credit: Mark Lund
Here's a list of some of my favourite childhood memories. Maybe you share some of the same ones. I'd love to hear some of your favs, so don't be shy to comment below this post. I would love to hear from more of my readers. So please, get commenting!

1. My jelly shoes- I wore those to death
2. My mom's jewelry which I was always snooping in
3. My Cabbage Patch Big Wheels
4. The amazing smell of my brother's eraser collection
5. Suntanning, swimming and eating ham and cheese sandwiches at Millcreek Pool
6. Playing on my secret step at the side of our house with all of my potions and rocks
7. Watching Dirty Dancing 500 times
8. Sleepovers on my double pull-out day bed
9. Horrible, itchy, red eyes from the kitties at all the farms I visited with my dad
10. Spending hours sitting in the front closet, teaching myself how to tie my own shoelaces
11. "Walk Like an Egyptian"
12. Playing lego with my bother listening to my mom's Sineado Conner, "Nothing Compares' on repeat
15. Being scared out of my wits at MJ's Thriller video- Yikes!
16. Endless imaginary play with my cousins
17. Shining plant leaves with mayo (my mother was the ultimate clean freak)
18. Playing 'doctor' with my neighbour Philip Warner (wonder what ever happened to him)
19. Dressing up and dancing in front of my three way mirror for hours
20. Literally stretching my eyes open with my fingers to desperately not fall asleep
21. Building killer forts
22. Make-out session with Ken and Barbie in Barbie's Dream House
23. Making mud-pies with the neighbour kids- I loved anything to do with MUD
24. Crawling into my mom's bed and eating Cheezies with her late a night
25. Loving ketchup and Kraft Parmesan cheese on my spaghetti
Dirty Dancing- I wanted to be Baby so bad
26. Wondering who I'd marry and how many kids I'd have
27. Constantly staining my rug with 'potions' and spending Saturday afternoons scrubbing them out
28. Knowing the Boogie Man was definitely under my bed and would eat me by morning
29. Thinking I'd marry my brother and being so happy with that
30. Favorite colour- pink or purple, pink or purple, pink or purple??? So hard!
31. Those wands and bracelets filled with water and sparkles- mmmmm
32. The pure excitement of receiving a loop bag at a birthday party- damn, those rocked
33. Slip and Slide on hot summer days
34. Hide and Seek in the basement
35. Grounders on the driveway
36. Painting rocks and then selling them door to door- I made good money!
37. Getting back rubs from mommy when I wasn't feeling well
38. My inhaler- I'll never forget that sound, thank God I got over that
39. The excitement of school pictures, the more jewelry the better
40. Book fairs
41. Sherwood Park- Medieval Days, The GRAVATRON
42. 'Aruba, Jamaica, ohhh I want to take it to Kokomo....'
43. Sleeping Beauty- anything wonderfully Disney, really
44. Side ponytails- I rocked em
Jelly shoes
45. The wave bang
46. Popeye's Candy Cigarettes- yum
47. Sour-balls, sour-soothers, Lick-a-Stick
48. Mario Cart
49. Tiffany- "I think We're Alone Now"
50. Sleeping in the backyard, under the stars on the trampoline
51. Madonna's "Like a Prayer" tape cassette
52. Two letters- KD
53. Shopping with my mom for my first training bra- ha

Adventures in Babysitting- "The Babysitting Blues"
54. The discovery of makeup- oh, wow, and thinking crimped hair looked really cool
55. Thinking sex was just 'rubbing together closely' and being totally horrified when I learned what it really was...I thought, that can't feel good!
56. The joy of Easter egg hunts- I still love beautiful painted eggs and chocolate bunnies
57. Finding dollar bills in the ditch when the tornado hit Edmonton- aka: Black Friday (also, peeing on my dad's lap when we could see the funnel cloud from his living room window)
58. Today's Special- shout it loud and clear!
59. Mom's Christmas baking- peanut butter balls- oh, yum
60. Sugar, spice and everything nice
61. Hotdogs and french fries on the beach
62. Spacepops- those white, red and blue popsicles that tasted like heaven
63. The Okanogan
64. Grimace- he was way cooler than Ronald, any day
65. 'Stupid Cupid stop picking on me' aka- The Mini Pops
66. Dentist rings- oh, me loved
67. Caterpillars
68. Jumbo freezies and one-cent candies
69. Neon zinc, neon anything really- I had neon pink spandex shorts, who didn't right

70. 'Footloose, footloose, kick off your Sunday shoes!'
71. Garage sales, aka- treasure hunting (my mom called me the 'bag lady') I even went through my neighbours' garbages one time. I thought I hit the jackpot when I came home with a glass jar of almost empty face-cream.
72. Being tucked in by mom- the most precious time ever
73. Eskimo and butterfly kisses- sacred little acts of love
74. When my brother told me that Wendi's cheeseburgers were made of crushed bees, because I asked him why there was a picture of a bee-hive on the kid's meal bag- haven't had Wendi's since
75. The triumphant feeling of passing a colour in swimming lessons
76. Thinking pubic hair was so weird
77. Eating Premium Plus crackers with cold butter- yum
78. Smartie commercials- 'When you eat your Smarties, do you eat the red ones last?'
79. Thinking if I ever ran away, I would just hit up sample Saturdays at Safeway so I'd never starve
80. Drumroll please... Mom singing, "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey..."

You truly have no idea how much your parents love you until you have kids of your own. Man, just for the first two years of their love and care, I owe them a lifetime of love and loyalty. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

And the list could go on, and on, and on....

Now, a song that perfectly expresses the strange and wonderful transition from girl to teenager is Feist's 1234. Read the lyrics and you'll go right back to that time and place...


One, two, three, four
Tell me that you love me more
Sleepless long nights
That is what my youth was for

Old teenage hopes are alive at your door
Left you with nothing but they want some more

Oh, you're changing your heart
Oh, You know who you are

Sweetheart bitterheart now I can't tell you apart
Cosy and cold, put the horse before the cart

Those teenage hopes who have tears in their eyes
Too scared to own up to one little lie

Oh, you're changing your heart
Oh, you know who you are

One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, or ten
Money can't buy you back the love that you had then
One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, or ten
Money can't buy you back the love that you had then

Oh, you're changing your heart
Oh, you know who you are
Oh, you're changing your heart
Oh, you know who you are
Oh, who you are

For the teenage boys
They're breaking your heart
For the teenage boys
They're breaking your heart

I cherish my youth, but the wisdom I've collected over the years is precious. Like we all say, "If I only knew what I know now...sigh"

But you know what, no regrets right. Just hindsight and reflection. I can only hope I give my daughter enough confidence, faith, love, guidance and trust that she'll get through it with just a few tough lessons. Scrapes that heal and make her an even stronger, more dynamic young woman.

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