The first memory that came to mind was the day during winter senior year, a Monday that we had off, when I went to give blood. Tyler accompanied me, although did not donate because of basketball (yea, way more important, haha). Anyways, I nearly fainted and spent the rest of the day saying "that was so scary when I almost fainted, I think I need a snack," or "that was so scary, can you get me some milk?" or "I was so terrified when everything went black, go turn on the movie." Because who can say no to someone who just saved three lives... Yep, that's right. I love giving blood.
Next memory... the only day I ever recall being ALLOWED to play hookie, sometime during first or second grade. All I recall is staying home with dad, wearing my checkered fleece and looking at the orange and red leaves outside with a pleasant breeze. The one trade-off for staying home when you aren't sick is that you must stare at leaves and birds and identify them with dad. But it is a fond memory nonetheless.
Memory three: roller blading with Caitlin in the basement in fifth grade and tossing a football. Endless fun.
Being enslaved with Kate in Albany (around 4th grade) at the hands of Molly and Martha, and then rebelling under our alter ego "Billy Jones of the East-West," who had the most obnoxious fake Western accent.
Eating chocolate croissants in Greece and then trekking to catching the water taxi to the beach... Mmm.. Beach...
Holding mom's hand on the way to the pool, as long as it was her watch hand. Yes, I am slightly OCD.
Putting my feet on Melissa's face when she was in high school.
Plotting with Kate to take down Emmett's college friends when we thought they were trying to steal Myrto.
Being picked up by the straps of my flourescently striped overalls by Josh (3rd grade maybe?) and later told, by Josh, in the same day to never wear high heels with shorts... It's tacky (I listened!).
And finally... smiling at cute boys while enjoying the tropical climate of St. Lucia with my "sisters," Hannah and Alison (the St. Lucians confused us many times as sisters... Hmm).
So that is all, my friends, for now. I know you're riveted by my random memories, but please... you have your own. Oh and I will be writing soon about the ways in which online sites such as Facebook have changed the way that people my age communicate with each other, and through writing. Demonstrated nicely in this blurb which lacks transitions and context. Everythings is a list these days. I will get back to that. But now I have to go to bed... Sleep is important.
Posted by lib at August 29, 2007 01:36 AM