Perhaps I have the memories, but maybe I have always kept so busy that I don't take the time to remember back to those simple, innocent days.
However, when something randomly triggers a memory, I wrap myself around it as tightly as I can and go back to that time and that memory...
Today I saw two little girls, who were not sisters but friends, dressed in the same outfit.
(you get the idea...)
March 2013 blew away, and I was transported back to the mid 1960s.
Early morning sunshine, birds tweeting, coffee & toast smelling up the house, and I was up, dressed and ready to go.
Opening the door to a fine spring morning ~ destination: Davisville Elementary ~ twirling in my brand new dress no less. I loved to twirl and get the skirt of my dress to open like an umbrella! Sure I got a little dizzy on occasion, but it was so fun!
My mom made the dress for me, and that was not entirely unusual back in those days. I felt fine! School was one of my favorite things, and it was going to be a great day. I was of course in a hurry, since even as a kid I did not want to be late. So I enjoyed the start of the day as only a worry wart type of kid can, and hastily crossed to street to pick up my best friend ever, Valorie, for our walk to school.
(Val was not quite so concerned with the minutes ticking away, nor was she an eternal time keeper as I was, so her mom and I moved her along as best we could most days).
As their front door opened to my knock-knock-knock, there stood Valorie, not only ready to go, which was a surprise in itself...but she was wearing the same dress as me!!! Lo and behold, our mothers had made matching dresses for us. As a 6 or 7 year old little girl in the mid 1960s, this was quite a treat. Not much more could make you feel that special or lucky ~ you and your best friend going to school in matching dresses!
As the years go by, I wonder if I imagined that whole memory. How could I? It had to have been real. I even remember the dresses...
Either way, I still love that memory, and I remember all the amazingly nice things my mom did for me, my brothers and sister when were kids. She still continues to do them to this very day.
Although it has been quite a long time since I was a kid with nothing but innocent joy up my sleeve, I love to revisit those days when they come back to me.
I hope today's children, with so much at their disposal in this instant gratification world, still get those breathtaking moments of surprise and pleasure.
What do you remember as such a lovely surprise of your childhood?
I am a Putnamaniac that was reminded today of how some simple stitches could deliver sincere joy!