Keeping theme with the last few posts from our GirlyBubble bloggers, I thought I’d talk about my favorite holiday memories. Since I’m not too excited about “Christmas” in general, this post is moreso a collection of seasonal memories. Don’t get me wrong, I do like Christmas….it’s just that I’ve grown out of the childish glee that comes along with the lights, trees, and the hopes of Santa breaking and entering my house to reverse rob me.
My first favorite holiday memory is from when I was about 8 years old and there was a freak snow storm in Marietta, GA. I mean it snowed A LOT. Now as a southern kid who hadn’t seen that much snow since the last time she visited her New York relatives, this was awesome. I clearly remember my brothers and myself running out into the snow with our arms stretched yelling, “IT’S ALIIIIIIVVVVEEE!” as we spun in circles. Yes, we were weird kids, but it was so fun! Besides, who makes snow angels anyway when you can be a mad scientists?! <33
Another holiday memory that involves my brothers is playing freeze tag. But not just any old freeze tag, no siree! You know those blinking lights that you can change the speed settings? Well, we’d turn out the living room lights, and set the tree litght speed to ::slow:: and when the lights faded on you had to freeze. No laughing or you were OUT.
Once the lights faded back off, you had about three seconds to run, hide, and/or change your position before the “it” person tagged you. And if you were in the same position when the lights faded back on, then you had to sit out until we switched the lights to ::fast::. Fast mode was more like “act crazy and flail your limbs about” until the lights stopped blinking. LOL I really miss that.
Hmmm…let’s see, oh yeah! One Christmas memory that sticks with me is when my favorite aunt came to visit us from Texas. She’s my dad’s younger sister, and everybody loves her! The only thing is, she’s so playful, that having her babysit kids kinda defeats the purpose: she’s just like a big kid. Such was the case when my parents went out with their friends to a Christmas party and she was our babysitter. We were playing “American Gladiators” with the tubes of wrapping paper while she was setting up the tree. Inevitably she ended up playing with us and when my younger brother dived over the sofa to get away from my older brother’s “baton” he landed face first on the abandoned tree stand, which left him with a GIANT gash on his chin. Yeah, bloody mess, but awesome memory.
As I got older, the memories became less “awesome” but still there were a few traumatic ones. Like the time my brothers and I got our Mongoose bikes stolen the day after Christmas. Dude, I was so crushed. I had this FIERCE pink and yellow one and my brothers had orange and blue tiger striped bikes….and to make it worse, we didn’t even get to ride them! =( Needless to say my dad was VERY pissed at us for leaving them on the front porch..but eh, I had my brand new stereo (with a cd player!) to keep me happy and my brothers had their Super Nintendo…*shrug*
So there you have it, a few of the memories that keep me looking forward to Christmas time. Or should I say looking back…? Whatever. <33
Do you have any favorite memories from the holidays?
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