Let’s go for a Sunday drive. It’s a beautiful day. We have nothing important to do or plan for. Work is a whole 18 hours away. There are no family members to attend to. No obligations that keep us home. Don’t you remember the oh so far away days of the past when your family would pile into the car and just drive. There was no rhyme or reason for where you went or when you would return home. Maybe dad had something in mind, but I never worried about it as a kid. Looking back now it was probably just a cheap idea to pass the Sunday away back when gas was under 80 cents per gallon and a full tank cost less than any activity for a family of five. So in memory of days gone by…let’s take a drive.
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In this challenge, tell us how you fell in love with books and writing.
I’m 10 years old and on another dreaded trip to the library. I’m nervous and annoyed. Why do I get over-heated every time we go there? Maybe I’ll wear shorts and a tank-top this time.
“Alexia! It’s 40 degrees outside! Change into something warmer! What’s wrong with you? Go get your library books”, yelled Mom.
“You’re so weird,” says Ivy.
Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance
I love the sound of a record. MP3’s, CD’s, and tapes do not have the same qualities as a record. Growing up we always had a record player.
My parents would dance to their records often. Which inspired me and my siblings to dance to these records. I remember being taught to dance by my dad, brother, sister, and even babysitters. Music was a very big part of our lives.
We danced less as we moved to tapes and CD’s. Was it because of the medium? Probably not. We got older, our schedules got busier.
You’re 12 years old. It’s your birthday. Write for ten minutes on that memory. GO.
I had started to get a real personality at age 12, this was 1986. I tried to make my own decisions and have things my way, like many tweens.
That year my mom had started letting me make my own wardrobe decisions. That was the year of red, white, and black clothes. This was long before goth. I didn’t wear all black, my emphasis was red. I tried to have red in every outfit. (The red stuck to this day.) I was definitely done with pastels.
I had also tried to do new and ‘inventive’ things with my hair. It was short and layered, but I let the top grow out and I did a sort of comb-over thing. Hey, I was twelve. My friends were using Sun-in in their hair, but my parents wouldn’t let me, but we had peroxide in the medicine cabinet. So I ended up with a bleached section in the front. Oh yeah, I was HOT! Well, believe it or not I started a trend with both these hair decisions and boy did I get in trouble with my parents. Of course I denied that I did anything…it must have been the curling iron. 🙂