You know, this time last week I thought I was going to be able to stay on track and keep up with link parties this week, especially since that’s the only blogging I’ve done for a few weeks. Yet here we are, Sunday at 1115pm, and this is the first chance I’ve had to sit and blog since. So, so much for staying on track. Regardless, here’s this week’s entry:
1. What do you miss most about being a kid?
Lack of knowledge about what it takes to be an adult. The ability to spend a Saturday reading a book or doing whatever I want without thinking that I need to do laundry or clean the bathroom or vacuum or pay bills.
2. Dd you have a nickname growing up? What was it?
Not that I answered to. Kids can be mean. My name was Kelly. Lots of things rhyme with Kelly that aren’t pleasant for a young girl to hear.
3. What was your favorite thing to do at recess?
Recess ended when I was no more than 10. And we didn’t have a lot of playground equipment, mostly just monkey bars. There was one random bar, it looked like it was a pipe that came out of the ground, rose about three feet, ran parallel to the ground for five feet, then turned back south again. Three of us would sit on the bar for the twelve minute recess. Though for the life of me I can’t remember who the other two girls were.
4. What did you want to be when you grew up?
Marine Biologist, until I went to a landlocked school. Runner up was geneticist. Did neither.
5. Did you participate in any school activities?
Not really. I was babysitting when I was 12, so seventh grade, and that took the majority of my time.
6. What is the funniest thing you did as a kid that your parents still remind you about?
You know, this is turning into a fairly depressing and boring post I did a ton of stuff as a kid that my parents (aka my mother) love to rehash and retell and bring up again. But none of it is funny, it’s all embarrassing and humiliating and insulting and only halfway true. Yet she still does it. Kind of sad, so let’s end on a high note:
7. Describe a memorable childhood adventure.
I think I’ve told this story before, but I can’t remember when to link to it. So background: my parents separated when I was 10, yet I didn’t see much of my father the last three years he was at home. So now that he’s moved out, we see him all the time (aka once a month). So one summer, we were finishing up Bible school, and mom said we were going to do something fun that Friday afternoon. I remember being annoyed because she asked me over and over and over again if I had the case for my contacts with me. I told her ‘for the millionth time, yes, I have it, I put them in at church’. Turns out we are going to the airport. We used to go and watch planes take off all the time, and hadn’t been for a while, so my brother and I thought ‘fun!’ and took off for the terminal. So then my mom says “this time I thought we’d look like tourists” and opens the trunk to pull out suitcases. And then dad comes walking out the door of the terminal. And Drew and I were baffled. It was the first time we’d ever been on a plane, and they wouldn’t tell us where we were going. All going. Yes, mom and dad and Drew and I. In Charlotte, as we ate dinner, we found out that we were going to stay in Clearwater, Florida at a condo owned by dad’s company. And that yes, we’d go to Disney one day. Best surprise ever as a kid.