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Ice Skating
Submitted by Barb

Oh, I do remember one Christmas getting Ice Skates. Not just plain ones, I got figure Skates. I don't recall if I had asked for them or not. But Christmas day we all went to the pond to skate and I skated like I had always skated. I could do all kinds of tricks and I got a lot of attention from outside people who praised me and thought I was good. That was nice. My mother was surprised I could even balance on them let alone do some tricks. After that I got in as much ice skating that I could.

People were telling my mother to put me into lessons and she just laughed. There was a rich girl in town who had been taking lessons for 4 years and I was skating circles around her. I was fearless.

Hmmm... thanks for jogging my memory banks.

Submitted by Incognito

Isn't it amazing how much the small things mean to us? I remember trees being my buddies as a child. I would climb them fearlessly and just spend the day hanging out with them. I think it is the beauty of the earth that kept us going when the ugliness of humans got to be too much.

I have really fond memories of Woolworth's when I was a kid.

I loved horses, so riding the mechanical horse outside the store was thrilling to me. I would, in those short moments, be riding the canyons and desserts and prairies with the cowboys, free and happy beneath the wide open sky.BS00612A.gif (1917 bytes)

With my allowance I would go in and look for some treasure to carry home. It might be a new Bobbsey Twins book or some of the new, clear marbles. Once it was a ceramic dog that looked just like the beloved pet who had recently died.

I remember walking around the store, looking over the low tables covered with merchandise. It seemed like a friendly place to me. I wish I could go back and find it still there.


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Submitted by Callie

It really really helped the depressive ones who felt that nothing good did/could happen for us. They shared simple things, the joy of swinging, that became a system wide passion :); the joy of walking through a field alone with the sun shining and watching the critters; rescuing shrews from my family pup who thought they ought to play with her (they can easily have heart failure, I used to run and scoop up the little critter and croon to it all the way to the field). Those kinds of things, not *big* memories but happy things and things that showed I/we are not all "bad."



I do not claim to be a talented piano player; I can't actually keep beat.  I play because it reminds me of the lessons I was enrolled in the during the second grade.  I remember very little, but I do remember learning to play "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."  I still have my music book that I pull out and practice on occasion.

I love music that is soothing or gives me a sense of hope.  I recently noticed that most of the music I really like is includes a piano. (Emily)

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