**I know I missed a few days of my Simple Abundance reading. Life just got in my way. I had a conversation with my inner authentic self, or it may have been my inner brat, who ever, we decided that sleep was way more important at the moment. but I will not break this habit! so here I am, back at it… I’m picking up where I left off, so I’m reading Feb. 12 today.**
So, sarah is challengeing us to find out when we last trusted ourselves. She figures age 10 was the last time we probably trusted our own instincts and opinions. We are supposed to find a photo of ourselves and do some thinking about who we were then. So here goes!
This is me! At age 11, cuz I couldn’t find any photos that I liked at age 10. I was really a camera shy kid. But here, in this photo, I was really happy. Cuz I had landed the role of Mary in the Christmas program at church. Didn’t matter to me that I got it cuz the older gilrs had all backed out after they learned that Joeseph was being played by one of the most annoying boys in the church. I finally got the best part in the church program! *S*
I don’t remember what my room was like. Only that it was in the back of the house. I remember my best friend Chanta lived two houses down. I remember the summers I spent playing kickball and softball in the street outside our house with Chanta, her brother Eddie, my middle sister Jenny, and any other neighbors who would come out and play. I remember when the neighbor boy down the road, Brett, was annoying my kid sister, I chased him out of our yard and threatened to beat him up if he ever came near our house again, but Chanta & Eddie’s house was nuetral territory. And he never bothered my sister again.
I remember swinging in the backyard, trying to get high enough to touch the tree branch, that looking back, was too far away from the swing even if I had gotten high enough! *S* I remember feeling like I was flying when I jumped of the swing at its highest point and landed on my feet a few feet away. (I know I must have given my mom more than a few gray hairs with that one!) I remember the clubhouse my dad built for us in the backyard. I remember camping out in the clubhouse, thought I don’t think I ever made through the night out there!
I remember my homeroom teacher, Mr. Ed was the coolest guy in the school. and my English teacher, Mrs. Guarini had what I thought was the coolest fashion sense, with her big (I’m talking 80’s big) red hair, and oversized t-shirts & sweaters, leggings, and big chunky jewelry. I remember thinking something just wasn’t right with the french teacher (back then I had no idea what “gay” was, but this guy was sooo the stereotypical, ‘oh my ga!’, hand in air, type of guy. I’d say a “fairy nice guy” but he wasn’t very nice either.) Although something he said must have sunk in, cuz I still know how to count to 5 and give simple grettings in french! *S*
I remember my fav cereal was (and still is) Honey Nut Cheerios. I think my fav lunch was PB&J. I remember I hated tuna. It made my breath smell fishy, and since my last name had the word “fish” in it, I got teased so bad if I remotely even thought about eating a tunafish sandwich. I remember I would just skip lunch the days my mom packed me tunafish. I remember my fav dinner was steak (still is! some things never change!). I remember Sunday Morning breakfast was always a fruit plate, and bacon & eggs, even though I hated eggs. (still won’t eat them alone, but mixed up in other food, I can handle it.)
Wow. I didn’t know I remembered that much about being 11 years old. *S* Especailly since, as my dh will tell, I’m one who can barely remember what I had for dinner last night.