Agapeland Character Builders (pictured above)
Agapeland Character Builders (pictured above)
I love reading and writing, and being read to is no exception. The following list are picture books from my childhood, books that I read, or books that were read to me, as a toddler or little kid. Part 2 will be about book series.
Growing up with conservative Christian parents, we didn’t even own a TV until I was around four years old (that’d be 1990-ish). Then, all I was allowed to watch were Saturday morning Christian cartoons on PBS. Sooo… Unlike most people my age who had an affinity for Sesame Street, Clifford The Big Red Dog, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and Power Rangers, most of my memories of kids shows are Christian. I decided to look them up again, just for nostalgia’s sake. So this is what I watched as bitty me…
Getting a sticker when I went to the dentist, Sam’s, Wal-Mart, or Current.
Spending the whole day on the trampoline.
Being small enough to ride in that seat on the back of someone’s bike.
Not having to know the directions.
Getting a balloon when I went to kid-friendly restaurants.
Always knowing my order – chicken and fries!
Not worrying about anything past that day.
Shoveling the neighbor lady’s driveway and getting Christmas candy for it.
Still being friends with someone even if they disappeared to another state for years, then came back.
Getting “just because” presents from Grandma and Grandpa.
Being covered in dog hair and not caring because I was just thrilled to have a pet.
Having a natural tan because I played outside all summer long.
Not caring how I look.
The free plastic cup that came with kids meals at restaurants.
Making instant friends at McDonald’s and everywhere else.
Birthday parties, cake and ice cream, party favor bags!
Getting people’s unwanted little pets because they were moving.
Jumping off the swings.
The neighbor guy paying me to walk his dog which I would have ecstatically done for free.
A Song From Your Childhood
This song plays in a little pink music box I’ve had since I was four or five. It’s one of my favorite possessions. I lost the little bear that rotated inside the music box on the street once, and it got run over by a car. But a few years later, we found one that matched exactly! He has a little red bowtie. :) My box is so old, I’m almost afraid to play it now, but it still sounds as good as it ever did! I love it so much and sometimes it can still make me cry.
I search the internet every few years for the exact version I have, and today I finally found it! So the direct link is above, or here’s the page link, if you prefer.
A Song From My Childhood
I struggled with this challenge because there were very few songs I could actually attach to my childhood. Most songs I thought of were actually from my adolescence. However, after a bit of frustration with another song this one hit me, and I was able to find it easily. This is a song I very strongly tie to my CHILDhood. And, listening to it again… despite it’s Christian overtones I’m finding I’m identifying with some portions of it once again. Pull out the god-talk and you’re left with, “don’t stress my friend” which is how I try to live my life. So… Hakuna Matata. ;)
I’ve just discovered a flurry of Writing Prompts and thought I’d start giving them a spin!
My earliest memory is from age three. I was sitting on the cement porch steps in front of our house, and the neighbor girl was sitting with me. She had brought over her little jewelry box, and was letting me look through it. I remember feeling very special, because she was older than me, and was letting me play with her jewelry. I think that’s why the memory stuck with me. :)
I thought pickles were pickles, I didn’t find out they were cucumbers until I was twenty-three.
I thought vegetarians only ate vegetables until I was probably sixteen.
I thought Michael Jackson was white until I was a teenager.
I thought it was illegal to drink ANYTHING, and drive.
I thought the Arby’s sign was a giant weirdly-drawn cowboy hat, and it took me years to figure out why they said “I’m thinkin’ Arby’s” when they had that hat floating above their heads.
Until I was probably thirteen, I always wondered what honeydew melons had to do with the list Mom would make for dad on weekends… “The Honey-Do List”.
I couldn’t figure out why artichoke hearts weren’t red and bloody, while they seemed like a vegetable.
Once in a grammar book I came across the word “sandwich”, and told my mom they spelled “witch” wrong, and what was a sand witch anyway?? I thought it was samwich.
I couldn’t understand why it was okay to eat grapes when I was little, but not drink wine.
I thought sheep, dogs, etc. were born with docked tails.
I thought my mom was joking when she said she made me a baloney sandwich…for years I heard it in the phrase, “What a bunch of baloney!” and thought it was only a word.
My friends were baffled when I said I’d never heard of Ramen Noodles. We called it Itchy Bon.
I thought coleslaw was Cold Slaw.
It dawned on me at twenty-three that pancakes are called that because they’re cakes made in a pan.
When I was little we went to TCBY and I pointed out “Ice Cream Sundae” on the menu and told my mom they spelled Sunday wrong.
I was in my late teens when I asked for those “special” giant marshmallows…only then did I discover that all my life I’d been eating miniature marshmallows without knowing it.
I was baffled that a family friend wanted to eat at an Indian restaurant…he wasn’t an Indian!
I was confused when I ate corned beef for the first time and there was no corn.
I thought lobsters at seafood restaurants were like fish at the dentist’s office… Thankfully I figured it out on my own and never had my little heart crushed when I was young.