tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post1134535767186379855..comments2024-03-27T00:43:28.975-05:00Comments on Mom's Scribbles: I Don't Want To Adult TodayVickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-91548647528281705492020-02-04T00:06:28.339-06:002020-02-04T00:06:28.339-06:00Linda...I suppose some of the things we did in the...Linda...I suppose some of the things we did in the summer might be similar to the things you did, except for the snakes. Minnesota has very few snakes. I lived in the country for a few years, so I had room to roam as well.<br /><br />I am not fond of snow either. At least I'm not now that I am old. But here is where my kids and grands are, so here is where I stay. I just try to stay out of the snow. :)Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-89581442097022102982020-02-03T21:34:18.547-06:002020-02-03T21:34:18.547-06:00I did not mean to post. I was so afraid on the sle...I did not mean to post. I was so afraid on the sled that i would not go down the hill again. There is a reason i live in the South. I do not want snow. I like to look at it, but want it to go away the next day. Practical Parsimonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08419071209412207674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-77556645084163059392020-02-03T21:32:17.137-06:002020-02-03T21:32:17.137-06:00Since I grew up in Memphis, Tn and Jackson, MS you...Since I grew up in Memphis, Tn and Jackson, MS your stories mean nothing to me--no ice, no snow, no friends close by. We kids played with each other. At school we played Hop Scotch and Red Rover. At home we had 10 acres to roam and try not to get bit by snakes. We put on plays, rode out bikes, roller skated when we finally had a sidewalk or went to a rink. In Jackson there was no snow and little more in Memphis. I was 21 before I went down a hill on a sled, and then it was lying on my bil. Practical Parsimonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08419071209412207674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-35916010759883619142020-02-03T19:19:35.432-06:002020-02-03T19:19:35.432-06:00"Thanks For the Memories." You new I wa..."Thanks For the Memories." You new I was old enough to remember, didn't you. :)Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-35172241566759742342020-02-03T19:18:07.147-06:002020-02-03T19:18:07.147-06:00CW...I think ice skating was my favorite thing to ...CW...I think ice skating was my favorite thing to do with reading a close second. My Dad taught me to skate, too and then it was just a short walk with friends to the outdoor ice rink. There was a small 'warming house' shack with a potbelly stove inside where we could go when our noses and toes became numb with the cold. I sure wouldn't want to try skating these days. It is pretty much a given I would fall and break all sorts of important stuff! But it sure was fun back then. :)<br /><br />I agree that being an adult isn't so bad. But just once in a while it is nice to leave the cares of the world behind for a day. Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-86214096157914677442020-02-03T19:10:20.576-06:002020-02-03T19:10:20.576-06:00Oh yeah, Jennifer...Trick or treating was much mor...Oh yeah, Jennifer...Trick or treating was much more fun with friends and no parents! I doubt my candy lasted as long as yours did. I have an awful sweet tooth. :)Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-2135670246111459282020-02-03T19:06:24.025-06:002020-02-03T19:06:24.025-06:00We all could use a little trip down memory lane on...We all could use a little trip down memory lane once in a while. I remember roller skating on the sidewalks, too. I think my knees had scabs on them every summer until I was about 13. But it still was fun.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-44865634304855943452020-02-03T19:02:00.751-06:002020-02-03T19:02:00.751-06:00Pete...One of the sledding hills when I was a litt...Pete...One of the sledding hills when I was a little older had train tracks at the bottom. The trick was to go careening off sideways into the weeds before hitting the rails. Sometimes we made it - sometimes not. :)<br /><br />We didn't have the shore like your Long Island, but we had lakes. A friend with a raft was worth his weight in gold. Fish a while - swim a while.<br /><br />I am blessed to have grands who played baseball in the summer. Hockey was the winter sport of choice. To this day, if you gave my youngest grand, age 12, a choice between video games and hockey, he would be out the door and on his way to the rink in a heart beat! His teenage sisters, however, would be lost without their phones. Sigh. Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-42176324466313831822020-02-03T18:54:13.782-06:002020-02-03T18:54:13.782-06:00Cue Bob Hope's theme song. ;-)Cue Bob Hope's theme song. ;-)Gorges Smythehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08777621500611603786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-13125999964324565302020-02-03T18:50:05.380-06:002020-02-03T18:50:05.380-06:00Rev. Paul...I think we all need a day once in a wh...Rev. Paul...I think we all need a day once in a while where we don't have to adult. My 'memory lane' days fil the bill for me.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-34285252497455966112020-02-03T18:46:56.823-06:002020-02-03T18:46:56.823-06:00SJ...Good memories. Good times. Life was so much...SJ...Good memories. Good times. Life was so much more free and easy then. I remember being out all day with neighborhood kids, exploring all over town. I wonder if kids will ever have that kind of freedom again.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-49795542573582629652020-02-03T15:57:57.170-06:002020-02-03T15:57:57.170-06:00Vicki, you and I would have been very good friends...Vicki, you and I would have been very good friends had we had the opportunity to know one another at the age of 8. I got my first ice skates at the age of 4 and have such great memories of skating with my dad and later with my friends. Sure wouldn't want to try it now tho. I still love to read and munch on an apple! Thank you for bringing the memories back. Being an adult isn't so bad if you make good choices. You take good care, CWCWfromIowahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07172181916761650306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-50472428378020790002020-02-03T14:57:54.405-06:002020-02-03T14:57:54.405-06:00Eight was a good year. But nine and ten were bett...Eight was a good year. But nine and ten were better because I was considered old enough to go trick-or-treating with my friends, and without parents. It was the year to graduate to pillowcases for our candy and run between houses in our massive subdivision. I think my candy lasted until January.Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08747247602946523986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-69339073303381301172020-02-03T14:21:05.329-06:002020-02-03T14:21:05.329-06:00My youngest daughters favorite saying. I too had m...My youngest daughters favorite saying. I too had many memories of winter fun. Never did get skating down. At age 11 we moved to sunny Ca. I did learn to roller stake still had great fun, that is until that damn little pebble cause my feet to stop, but body continues it forward motion until the sudden stop on the sidewalk, and cut knees. Thanks so very much for the trip.Robhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16800149852939042454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-66239117900770386422020-02-03T11:23:57.250-06:002020-02-03T11:23:57.250-06:00I did the same thing with the coat on skates. We ...I did the same thing with the coat on skates. We used old umbrellas as well. And hockey... there was always hockey! Why did the damned puck always end up on the thin ice at that pond?!<br /><br />We had a sledding hill with a frozen pond at the bottom; a wide spot in a creek, actually. It never froze quite enough to support a half-frozen human being on a Flexible Flyer though, so avoiding it resulted in quite a few roll-overs, flips, and aerial acrobatics!<br /><br />I grew up on the south shore of Long Island, so fishing and swimming were summertime staples. My butt would go numb sitting on the pier rail fishing for snappers. To give the cheeks a break, I'd walk the bulkhead looking for blueclaw crabs. When the heat and slow fishing got to me, I'd somehow always "fall in."<br /><br />Fall; pick-up football games; the more rain and mud, the better! No helmets, no pads, and surprisingly few injuries! The groundskeepers at the local schoolyard HATED us!<br /><br />Yeah, those were good days. I have one son who embraced the outdoor life and had a childhood much like mine. The other two? Their best memories of childhood will most likely be ...video games... ...So sad...Peteforesterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00702888855868877243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-2822108007239089862020-02-03T10:54:59.655-06:002020-02-03T10:54:59.655-06:00Adulting is hard, and ain't for sissies. On th...Adulting is hard, and ain't for sissies. On the other hand, those are GREAT memories!Rev. Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04588179227576383679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-61342739123936363412020-02-03T10:27:05.648-06:002020-02-03T10:27:05.648-06:00What great memories. Growing up on the west coast ...What great memories. Growing up on the west coast meant that I didn't learn to ice skate until college. In a beach town in southern California of all places - funny place for an ice rink.<br /><br />My best memories are from 10yo when my best friend and I were just old enough to explore on our bikes. Every Saturday it would seem would find us gone from just after breakfast until dinner time. Or after chores were done on Saturday, depending on the weekend and Mom's to-do list. And hanging out at the elementary school playing kick the can or roller skating down the very smooth sidewalks at the school.<br />Cheers, SJ in Vancouver BCAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com