Today was Sandy's 39th birthday. Holy cow, we are getting old; we are actually adults with children- even teenage children. I remember being a teenage kid; I'm not quite sure I'm responsible enough to have a teenage kid. I still like to car dance and all.
On that note, I've taken to using night cream- you know the thick kind that is suppose to tighten everything and make you look eighteen again. Now, I never want to be eighteen again- that was sheer terror; I would just like my skin to stay nice and tight. If the "night cream" works, I plan to buy a vat and swim in it- I figure that it'll be simpler than dieting.
Sandy's birthday has me pondering both of our childhoods. Do you ever ponder you childhood? Reflect back, on a memory and think what in the heck were my parents thinking?!? Even more terrifying, do you ever think back and wonder what your own children are going to remember about their childhood. (Yeah, that definitely terrifies me.)
For fun tonight, I thought I'd share seven things from childhood that have left me wondering....what in the world?!?
1. Candy cigarettes- A reward for a job well done.
2. Family night watching "Friday the 13th" or "Halloween".
3. Singing robustly, "99 bottles of Beer on the Wall".
4. Riding in the back of my grandparents El Comino- on the FREEWAY. Terrifying.
5. My sister and I being chased by a huge red cow; while my grandpa shouts, "Stand still". Ummm.....
6. The "Joy Bus"- strangers in a colorful old school bus will pick-up your children and bring them back in a few hours????
7. The mullet for girls....
My kids' list will probably look a little different. My guess is something like this:
1. I was twelve before my mom let me cross the street alone.
2. I was the only sixth grader at the beach that still had to wear a life jacket.
3. My mom played Cher really loud and danced in the car on the way to school.
4. Home haircuts.
5. No white bread- "the whiter the bread, the sooner your dead".
6. Chinese fire drills.
7. Safety Nut- Stranger Danger, no latex balloons, etc..
No matter the generation, I think our family will always keep the psychiatrists well paid. :)