Day 26: A Childhood Memory

Where to begin, where to begin? 27 years of childhood memories to choose from. Well I could talk about how Mom and Dad let my appendix rupture but that is too easy and Mike stole the one about trying to drown me. I could talk about Uncle Reed dropping me over the downstair's banister or about all of the times all of us cousins tried to kill ourselves (jumping off the rail car, everything we did on the tramp, . . .so on and so forth). Come to think of it, it is amazing I'm even alive to talk about my childhood. :)

But seriously, some of the memories I cherish the most are the times spent at Grandma and Grandpa's house on Rich lane. That house was perfect for a large family with lots of insanely overactive boys to gather in. The double padded pink carpet in the living room was perfect for "wrassling" with Grandpa and Uncle Reed. The great room in the basement provided all the room we kids needed to play and those support posts were so much fun to climb up and swing around on. Trying to make Mario jump higher by shaking the controller (we were way ahead of the motion controller curve).  The whole of the Internet isn't enough to contain all I could say about the love, happiness, and sense of family that that one house contained for so many years.

(sorry to big to scan so had to take a pic of a pic)