Sunday Scribblings - When We Were Wee

I find it quite odd, but there are many parts of my childhood I don’t remember. Maybe the experiences are still living somewhere within my mind and I just allow my consciousness to be filled with other things. Or maybe I just don’t stop enough and think, stop enough to cherish the beautiful memories that I do have of the days when the whole world, and I, were much smaller and much simpler.

Memories of….
Daddy and I going fishing at the pond near the airport…the family biking down deserted roads lined with towering oak trees…climbing over the boulders at an uninhabited beach…neighborhood games of hide-and-go-seek…day trips to the public library with Mama…going to Gibson’s with Pop-Pop and picking out assorted candies to fill the little pink and white striped bags…summer vacations to Daytona Beach…dancing to Kylie Minogue’s “Locomotion” in the talent portion of a local pageant…Mama Lindy’s home-made bread, topped with butter and cinnamon…being dared to dip my toes in the marsh water off the dock (and thinking this was as daring as life got)…singing hymns at a funeral service we held for my aunt’s fish…stealing gumdrops off the gumdrop tree at Christmas…giving my Sissy nightly back rubs in order to be granted permission to snuggle with her in her big canopied bed…holding hands with my best friend as we crossed the street from his house to mine and then having my heart broken for the first time when his family moved to Boston…eating cookie dough for supper when my Mama was out of town…reading to my stuffed animals…knowing that life was okay as long as Mama and Daddy and Sissy were around…

Of it all, it’s the pictures that come to my mind most easily. Those moments that were captured in eternal memory by one snap of the camera. Pictures of two little girls in pigtails, hands crossed upon our laps, smiling at the camera, at our parents, and at the world. How simple life was in those moments…in the days when we were wee!