I remember preschool....calling my teacher mrs. coffepot because her last name was maxwell and to me that was funny or made sense....our treasure box that I would sneak toys out of (only once or twice)..... standing behind the wall and comparing under shirts with my friend Wade.....and Ben, who at that point was the love of my life, leaving..moving...it was devastating to a 5 year old.....
I remember playing at recess during elementary and being so carefree...building "houses" by scraping the rocks and sand from the ground to have walls/rooms and to see who had the best house and then cry when the older kids ruined it by running through or other grades taking over my prized possession.....
I remember playing twister on the swings....over and over running out after lunch as fast as you could to get the "right" side of the swing set with the "perfect" swings....and always having Teresa being the one to go around since she was the heaviest and that way you could fly super high (sorry Teresa)
I remember bloody noses at school and mom having to come to bring me new shirts
I remember my aunt being the school nurse and not getting away with any fake illness
I remember the psycho that I had to deal with from 4th grade to 7th grade....the numerous plots to push my in front of a truck at recess to taking the knife to carve pumpkins and chase me....thank you Kim for all the numerous counseling sessions and indoor recesses....they were solid...nooooootttttttt
I remember playing with my brother....always playing with him....dressing him up as a girl....making him drink odd drinks....torturing him....good times....
I remember making forts in the grove....either with fallen trees or the old sheds....I would stay out for hours playing by myself....I loved pretending, imagining my world out there.....
I remember getting chased up the tree by our dumb black cow and being stuck there for hours....
I remember going to farm auctions, animal auctions with my dad and not understanding what the hell we were doing.....
I remember my dad buying us kids all bottle lambs....mine was LB (lovable baby) my brothers was Nigger Lips (seriously not being racist he was 5) and my sisters was Blondie....
I remember going to the 80 all the time....our name for our old house that was on 80 acres of land....first there was a house, a garage and sheds....then one by one there was nothing.....and it was here that I stepped out of the corn crib and stepped right into a huge pile of rotten beans...I was forced to ride in the back of the pick-up because of how horrid I smelled....I never knew they smelled that horrible....
I remember babysitters that would take us fun places.....
I remember babysitters that I wished would go places far far away and never babysit again....
I remember fighting with my sister....always....
I remember always having to do chores....
I remember having to ride the bus and hate it....but loved it when cute Craig rode the bus....
I remember the exotic chickens that my dad bought and wondered why do we want more chickens to raise when we have to gather eggs for 8,000 chickens that we already have......
I remember butchering chickens....seriously what child needs that as a trait....a farm kid that's who.....
I remember go carts, riding beans, lazy summer afternoons, playing with cousins, swimming at lakes, fishing with my dad and grandpa, and baking with my mom.....
I remember how simple things were.....
I remember how much I took for granted and do take for granted.....
