Sandy over at One Day At A Time started a new weekly blog theme called Tell Me About It Thursday!! Sandy has an amazing blog.....check it out!!
Assignment for Week 1-
Tell me something about your childhood/early years.
Tell me something about your childhood/early years.
My childhood.....It seems so long ago somedays:) I had an amazing childhood. I grew up in the small town of Woodruff, South Carolina. When I say small...I mean small. We only had three red lights in our town and you could see all three of them while sitting at the first one:) I have one sister who is a year and 11 months younger than me. I can't say we always got along because God knows we didn't, but it was great having a playmate living in the same house. My sister and I always had our own friends growing up, but they never compared to the friendship we had in each other. We were partners in crime. My sister and I were the only two girls in our neighborhood, so our playmates were all boys. We tortured those boys. The occurance that stands out the most in my mind is playing school. Of course, my sister and I were the teachers. On this particular day there was only one friend over playing with us. His name was Kyle. Kyle was amazing....he was like the brother my sister and I never had. He would walk with us to the store at the end of the street, because we weren't allowed to go by ourselves. My parents must have thought Kyle was a great bodyguard. I'm sure after this day they changed their mind. We were playing in the back yard and for whatever reason Kyle had gotten in trouble during "school" that day. So my sister and I put him in the corner (where the chimney of our house met the back of the house). My sister and I went on about playing school. I don't know how long it was before my mom came outside to find Kyle crying in the corner wanting to go home. I mean there was our "bodyguard" crying, scared to get out of the corner. The guy who was suppose to protect us from all the imaginary bad guys my parents thought exsisted between our house and store, scared to get out of the corner. My sister and I got in so much trouble.....I still to this day don't know why we got in trouble. I mean he just lived next door; he could have walked home anytime he wanted to.
Looking back now I realize that when we are younger we wish our childhood away. We always want to be older, because of whatever "great" thing we think that age holds in store. Only to reach that age and want to be a different age. Now I think......what would I give to be 5 again and my biggest problem be getting in trouble for putting Kyle in the corner.
Happy Thursday!!!
