Everyone comes from somewhere. We all have different experiences from our childhood. The smell of honeysuckle takes me back to my childhood. I loved to pull the inside stem out and let a drop or two of the honey land on my tongue. Every honeysuckle was like a sweet little treasure.
What were some of the sweet, joyful, pure pleasures of your life? I hope you have at least one if not, 20. Please share those memories with us by making a comment.
In my primary grades, every night as my mom was fixing supper I’d sit on my dad’s lap, tickle his arm and he’d have me tell him everything I did that day in detail…not just that I ate lunch…but every single thing I ate. I’m still a very detailed person and very likely because of this sweet memory and experience as a child.
My fondest childhood memories occurred at my Grandma’s house. My brothers, sisters and I would walk to her house every day after school, just a block behind St. Matthias School. We’d play for hours in the back yard; building forts and having fashion shows. We’d use clothes pins and quilts Grandma made as key ingredients for both. She’d make ice cream and candy from scratch, and didn’t seem to mind at all if we were under foot. She taught me to sew and to cook with such patience and love that I didn’t realize she was teaching me until years later. I’d be thrilled if some day a child had such fond memories of their visits to my home.