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
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.
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.