…me! As a child! Being that I’m here at home with my family in Chattanooga (which, unfortunately, happens only a couple of times a year), my mom took advantage of the opportunity to take me and my sister upstairs to the attic to help her sort through some of our old stuff to determine what could be given away and what should be kept for our children at some point in the far, far (my sister would add another far) future.
My parents have recently put their house on the market since they are empty-nesters and have me living in Tampa and my sister heading off to law school. They are down-sizing and won’t have room for all the “stuff” that we have collected over the years.
I didn’t imagine what I would find up in the attic and what it would remind me of when I was little. I honest-to-goodness think that if my mom had just given it all away there is a chance I would never have asked where any of it was. I found a chair and sat in it looking around at all of the things that were there, explaining whether something could go or why something else needed to stay.
A few things of note that I found to bring back funny memories:
1. A toy McDonald’s ice cream maker and soda fountain dispenser (I wish I had taken pictures of these things, but I’m not going back up there now). It had plastic ice cream cones and plastic soft serve and was completely worthless but provided hours of fun playing restaurant when I was little (I did A LOT of pretending). I remember one specific time that I got in trouble for writing my parents’ names on the two cones that I was serving them. I thought it was a good idea at the time, but apparently they thought I was abusing my toys. As an aside, this is not the only thing that I wrote on as a child that was not meant for being written on.
2. Stuffed animal fish and way too many of them. (This isn’t the exact one).
It reminded me that when I was in middle school I insisted that when my room was repainted it be in aqua and sponge painted. I don’t know why my mom let me have that, but with that and the multiple stuffed fish hanging around my room, it looked like I was attempting to recreate the ocean. Mind you, I didn’t have an obsession with the ocean, didn’t care that much about going to the beach, and wasn’t yet a sushi lover (although had I been, that might have been even weirder). In fact, I don’t even think I realized that I looked like I was in the middle of the ocean until I saw a picture of my room as a child recently. (For those in question, my room is now a normal light brown color and there are no hanging fish).
3. A Barbie Dream House. (This is the exact one).
I didn’t like playing Barbies, but before my parents had figured that out, I got a Barbie dream house for Christmas. Eventually, my sister became a Barbie lover, so the house served her well. It is only something I mention because it reminded me of the time I tried to convince my sister to have a Barbie yard sale. I was taping up shoes and clothes into sets and pricing them out when my mom came and found what I was doing and told my sister that she was sure she didn’t want to do that and told me that there was no way this stuff would sell at the price that I was asking. Oh well, clearly my enterprising days started young.
If you’ve made it this far, I can assure you that my future posts will not be about myself as a child. I was just surprised at all the things I had forgotten about myself that today’s experience reminded me of. In the mean time, I did find quite a bit of stuff that it was relatively easy to part with, and that was exciting to me because I realize that I will never appear on A&E’s Hoarders. My mom is the one that should worry about that.
What experiences have you had lately that reminded you of something in your childhood? Is there anything that you did or had as a child or pre-adolescent that stands out or is particularly informative of yourself at that age? I love hearing about other peoples’ childhoods!