Dear Florida Girl,
I really liked reading about your memory, I could tell it was very special to you. Thanks for sharing. (:
My favorite childhood memory:
I have a lot of memories from being a little kid that I adore, and that make me smile. Sometimes, I think I even get confused I mesh similar moments together. But either way, I like the memories that way.
But one in specific would be in Arizona. 2001.
I was about 4 years old, so the memory is most likely distorted, blemished. The edges are fuzzy.
Anyways, it was a month or so after it had finally been confirmed that my mom's cancer was gone for good. So the family took a trip down to my Aunt Liz's house, my favorite aunt on my mom's side. I liked to call her Lizard and she would call me Fanny.
One night she got out her bike which had a little baby seat type thing on the back. All my cousins had come down for the trip too, so she thought it would be fun to take us all individually on a ride around her neighborhood. I was so excited. Everyone wanted to go first, and I wanted to be a good little girl. So I let everyone else go before me, trying so hard to be patient, waiting and hoping for my turn.
It seemed like an eternity of waiting. The bugs and dirt got boring, and I was getting upset as the sun began to quickly set. My aunt got back from the latest trip and said, "Time to go inside, it's too dark." My heart sank and I walked inside slowly and sulked until I fell asleep.
The next night was the last night I would be staying in Arizona. I asked about her bike, and she said that we could have another round tonight. I was excited and waited all day in anticipation for my turn, thinking I would get to go first. But of course, all the other cousins wanted a turn to go again too. So trying not to be a bother, I sat on the bottom stair of the front porch and waited. One by one the cousins took their turns that seemed to last forever.
Once again, right before my turn, my aunt forgot about me and said, "Time to go inside, it's too dark." I felt a little bit crushed, a little bit forgotten and a little bit angry. I sulked until I fell asleep again. When I woke up, I went into the bathroom and cried quietly. I stayed in there until our car was all packed and it was time to say goodbye. But I didn't, I walked straight past my Lizard and she said, "Fanny? Fanny wait. Come say goodbye to me." I shook my head and grabbed my beanie baby lamb, walking bitterly out of the house.
I climbed into my car seat, put my head down and began to cry again. It just wasn't fair to me. I was sure that I loved Aunt Liz the most and that she had just forgotten about me. Liz came out to my car and leaned in the window. "I love you Annie Fanny." I said nothing. "What's wrong sweetie?" I said nothing. "Fanny?"
I hiccuped, "Why won't you let me ride on your bike with you?"
She said nothing to me for a moment, "Oh Annie, why didn't you tell me you wanted to?"
"I did, but would go inside every time it was my turn," I muttered grumpily.
She laughed, and I looked up at her in surprise, "You need to stop being so nice to all the other cousins then! How about we go right now?"
I grinned at her, jumping out of the car, I ran over to where she kept the bike. I jumped up and down until she finally lifted me up and buckled me in. She began to pedal.
To me, it felt like we were flying down the streets, faster than a race car. I remember smiling into the wind and swinging my short, stubby legs.
You know, now that I've written all of that, I'm not exactly sure what made that memory so special to me. But it's one that I've always remembered it more vividly than anything, besides my mom's cancer. Hmm...
Well there you go, my pointless memory. Haha.
I love you.
Love,
Me
@losingsleep.blog.com
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